BonesOfTheEarth

BonesOfTheEarth Reality challenged 20-something gay aspie art student from Scotland.
Making art, listening to experimental folksy music, talking to plants, and not brushing my hair. I drink lots of tea and am maybe too fond of charity shop trinkets and also fungi.
This is just a blog-thing for all the odd people out there just trying to find some calm in the chaos. Talk to me if ya like! :D

Reblogged from fuckyeahpaganism

kick-a-jesus-in-the-face:

Le Jardin de mes rêves on We Heart It.

Reblogged from kick-a-jesus-in-the-face

kick-a-jesus-in-the-face:

Le Jardin de mes rêves on We Heart It.

Reblogged from bohemianwaif

Reblogged from phunkyreggaeparty

(Source: daiseas)

bloodrednightmare:

There is something magical about the wind blowing through the trees. :)

Reblogged from gnostic-forest

bloodrednightmare:

There is something magical about the wind blowing through the trees. :)

phunkyreggaeparty:

silverspringsgold:

"Her Rhiannon in those days was like an exorcism.” - Mick Fleetwood

yes 

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phunkyreggaeparty:

silverspringsgold:

"Her Rhiannon in those days was like an exorcism.” - Mick Fleetwood

yes 

typette:

thequietpagan:

bywandandsword:

Fucking shit

This is simultaneously cool-looking and absolutely terrifying.

oh this is cute, it’s like something out of gunnerkrigg court or bracklewoo-OHHH SHIT

Reblogged from gnostic-forest

typette:

thequietpagan:

bywandandsword:

Fucking shit

This is simultaneously cool-looking and absolutely terrifying.

oh this is cute, it’s like something out of gunnerkrigg court or bracklewoo-OHHH SHIT

(Source: psicreepy)

Mortality. so that’s a thing.

The Rains of Castamere
Sigur Rós
The Rains of Castamere (From the HBO® Series Game of Thrones - Season 4) - Single

Reblogged from goblinparty

birdfingers:

Sigur Rós cover The Rains of Castamere for Season 4 of HBO’s Game Of Thrones

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that Lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.

I’ve been thinking of what caption to add to this for like five minutes, and none of them can describe my love for Jethro Tull