swarbles.

a mostly goodhearted thirty year old lady who lives in a land where it's winter half the year. starlings nest in the soffit along the side of my house and mourning doves roost under the roof above of my door stoop. i fall in love all the time.

sometimes i sing.
sometimes i make things.

Posts I Like

emmisnotshortforemma:

Time is weird. Change is weird. Life is weird. Everything is weird forever.

i love and appreciate EVERYTHING about this drawing, because it is me, too.

i actually wear glasses, but they broke on april first of last year, so i took a terrible, front facing photo to upload to zenni optical, and i had to do a comparison thing, because a year is not a lot of time but also a lot of time, and, as mentioned in the original post…

time is weird.  change is weird.  life is weird.  everything is weird forever.

Listen/purchase: NIGHT LIGHTS III by Nana Grizol

is it so wrong if i can no longer place the features correctly together on my face?

voiceofnature:

Quinta da Aveleda, Portugal. From Alicornio and Karl Gercens.

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idhangthatonmywall:

Hiroshige (1797-1858), Owl on a Maple Branch in the Full Moon, 1832.

(via mattressmountains)

I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
Andrew Wyeth (via revestis)

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magictransistor:

Einblattdruck-Fragment [Universität Salzburg]; 1553.

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anonynaila:

subvertcliche:

mello-dramatic:

Everyone who reblogs this will get the title of a book to read based on their bio/posts.

Everyone. I mean it.

THIS IS THE BEST POST

I HAVE EVER SEEN

EVER

they really do mean everyone

ooh!

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