mirroir:

Thou art a plant sprung up to wither never,
But, like a laurell, to grow green forever.

— Robert Herrick, “To His Booke”

(Source: calantheandthenightingale, via ondyne)

Lovable Things → The smell of old books

(via ondyne)

And this is the first ever drawing I made with kohl. I really like kohl, though this took me like 12 ridiculous hours to make. It’s an Australian crested dove because Australia has the most beautiful doves! Ref. (this is a beyond beautiful photo, btw)

This is btw an aquarelle waxwing study from my very brief time at art school. It was fun, though, and this is the only one of the studies I like. I know it sounds crazy but for me to use these colours was really to go wayyy outside my comfort zone! Ref. 

(Source: durrans, via sherlockismyholmesboy)

Further adventures of the diamonds. When they are locked up, they like to subtly hint that they would much prefer it to be roaming free - by sitting in the front corner of the cage, pressed right up against the net. In the bottom picture, they are vacuuming my plate after I’ve eaten a bun. 

Eggsies! The first pair of eggs, but they abandoned them immediately so I’m hoping for another clutch in summer. He hasn’t started wooing her yet, so these random eggs were much too early lain, I think. But my god are they gorgeous!

lotrconfessions:

A lot of people say that Lothlórien or Rivendell is beautiful. Yes, it is beautiful, but I think that Rohan is beautiful too. Can you image herds of horses roaming around on the plains?

How about Mirkwood? It is so hauntingly beautiful - spiderwebs and silvery laughter, squirrels and lanterns and the broad, safe road that you have to unconditionally follow if you want to get through it alive - so you miss both the terrifying, vast blackness of the immense forest (who knows what lives in the really dark and remote places?) and the overwordly wonders of the halls of the Elvish king. In a way it is like a metaphor for life itself. Imagine all the beauty in this black place - the enormous butterflies at the top of the trees, the white deer, and the elves that are as happy and content in this place as in any other. I just love the fact that they are staying even though the forest itself has gone through such a change. Mirkwood is my favourite place, I used to spend a better part of my childhood dreaming of going there. I really want to be a person who can walk the forest and marvel at its beauty without getting lost in the dark.