From which of this oak shall I hang myself? These ebon halls are always dark...From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
magicsystem:

untitled by maialenriot on Flickr.
lucernarium:

lucernarium / __milkwood

stereocolours:

Shades of a Late Autumn by Adam Marshall
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(via stereocolours)

heathenharnow:

Höstotta - XXVI & XXVII
© Heathen Harnow - please do not remove credit

heathenharnow:

Höstotta - XVII & XVIII
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inatt:

inatt / moornebheym, 2014 - www.moornebheym.defacebook - etsy

nataliadrepina:

Cold summer day.

The heaven decorated with silver beads of rain my eyelashes.
Wind ruffled my hair and soul.
I listened dreary whining cello.
Leaves fell at my feet.
The air was fresh and cool.
Summer without the sun is so beautiful.
Gray sky doesn’t hurt me.

nataliadrepina:

THE DAY AFTER MY FUNERAL.

nataliadrepina:

THE DAY AFTER MY FUNERAL.

nataliadrepina:

 Dairy December Mists.

Меня перестает тошнить от зимы,
Когда температура топчется у нуля,
Когда туманы прячут от меня
Дома, деревья и холмы.