" And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul "
If you are reading this, than probably you are interested in knowing more about me. Well, I'm a 20 years old guy who lives in Brazil. I'm demisexual, my astrological sign is Pisces. I like rainy days, folk song and coddles.More you might like
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🎃Halloween
☔️Rainy weather
🍂Autumn
🔮Witchcraft
🍃Nature
whether it be art, photography, fashion, or advice!
Reblog if…
your tumblr is about any of the following:
🎃Halloween
☔️Rainy weather
🍂Autumn
🔮Witchcraft
🍃Nature
whether it be art, photography, fashion, or advice!
Reblog if you post anything related to AUTUMN!
If you have a fall blog like mine, reblog this post!
Fall scenery, fashion, cozy stuff, pumpkins, leaves, etc!
Ten dryads
1. Manic pixie dream tree, heavily grafted, twenty pet pigeons. Also you should see the bug collection. Come over and let them shit on your car. It’s art.
2. Dryad-in-residence at a large logging plantation, caretaker role, to be honest most of the trees have absentee owners. It’s a bit dead around here at night. And by that I don’t mean the ghosts of all the past trees’ dryads, although to be fair they do haunt around a bit when the moon comes up and things start smelling piney.
3. Psst, would you like some magic apples? Might give you eternal youth, might make you sleep for a century, might get a pip stuck in your teeth. I’ve got some floss if it’s the last one. Or maybe it’s a worm, not sure.
4. Long-lost relative sort of tree, turns out you had an ancestor who liked a night or two in the forest if you know what I mean. Has your eyes. There’s probably some sort of precedent in mythology for how to get them back.
5. Big bushy tree, takes no shit, sitting in front of you at the sunshine theatre with a giant green hat on. You think you have a hedge trimmer? Oh you do, do you? The only thing you’ll be cutting is a door into a vast dusty spider wonderland, good luck with that.
6. Childhood treemate long thought dead in a tragic industrial estate construction accident. Little do you realise I’m still there in the middle of the car park. Wondering where you’ve got to. OK that branch you used to sit on is a bit creaky now but I’m still in her prime, I am a tree after all, not like you withering flesh puppies.
7. Born in a crack, somewhat weatherswept, meet you on the hillside for a bracing walk. Might let you eat a sandwich under me. Will definitely stand firm against the oncoming storm and then incomprehensibly fall over on your tent three days later. Have a nut.
8. Glamour tree. Fabulous plaque, trailing gaggle of botanists, fascinating pollination mechanism. Can be found in Summer by my halo of lovesick moths, why not come and say hi and maybe get a fruit signed, they’re only a little bit poisonous. Eventually going to cure scrofula.
9. Willowy dryad, horny for poets, word me up and let me have your leafy babies. Hope you’re into e-publishing, also watering at 3am.
10. Big lumpy oak tree, seen some crimes I can tell you. Not going to grass. Got a root in several municipal water pipes, slip me a greasy squirrel maybe I can cause an incident, know what I mean. Yeah you think you know what I mean but you don’t really. That’s because you’re not a tree.