peacefulautumnleaves:

the wind howls through the branches, rustling the leaves. you can hear a distant crow cawing, signaling the sunrise. you watch your cool breath stream from your mouth as your hands warm on your drink. as the clouds are painted colors almost as brilliant as the leaves, you close your eyes. you take in the moment.

autumn has come

folkwytch:

cornflowers, hares, mist lying low on empty fields, bare oak trees, old corn crushed into the dirt, the smell of a distant bonfire, eerie silence, candles burning in windows, white cottages with black beams, stacks of firewood, bats at dusk, a pale setting sun, tangles of brambles weighed down with blackberries, the faint screech of an owl, mid morning harvest, rows of thatched roofs, rings of mushrooms, silver birch trees, crows cackling

thewildesttflower:

I LIIIIVE for those nights when you got nothing going on and so you like take a shower and deep condition your hair and shave everything and lotion yourself up and you like throw on your coziest jammies and give yourself a facial and light candles and incense and watch Netflix and listen to music and just like chill all night in your cleanest most relaxed state