moami:

if you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe they’ll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.

if you find bones by the ocean, run. don’t look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.

I accidentally deleted my own post so I hereby reblog it back to my blog. Proceed. Nothing to see here, especially not the bones that appeared in my flat corridor after the deletion and now have begun growing larger.

irakalan:

TO BUILD A HOME

Photographer ELSA BLEDA

Bake bread, brew some tea, borrow kindness that you return, and bring some sweets to an old tree where ancestors of others rest. it knows when you are coming. it does not know when you will leave. but it knows, as certain as water will rise up its veins and sun will warm its crown, that you will keep going.