I won't run this human race, your war is not for me.
I hear the voices from the wild, they taught me how to see.
It's us who are the strangers here and we don't own the land.
My words they fall upon deaf ears, cause no one understands.
Hello, you beautiful human being! Hello, everyone else, who doesn't define themselves as human!
I'm a young human female, born and raised in the middle of Europe, with a heart spreading throughout the world. I'm still living with my physical family and my beloved animals. I'm bound to finish my schooling, afterwards I'm dreaming of building a home, a hideaway for myself and anyone with a good heart and soul together with my better half, my soulmate.
I don't like to categorize myself, my body or my beliefs. I'm mainly doing and believing in things that make me happy and the world a bit of a better place.
I mostly post pagan, nature, wiccan and celtic/viking/medieval themed stuff.
If you, my dear followers, have any wishes and inspirations, feel free to write to me!
Mycology is a strange thing. When I tell someone that I study fungi for a living, I get the strangest looks but if they could stop and see the world the way I do for just a minute they might see how amazingly wonderful the smallest parts of our world really are. Take this image for example, these are not just some clinging parasites devoid of beauty. They are as beautiful as any flower. In a world of magic they might lend themselves as faerie shelves. At this angle in science fiction this looks like a completely different world and yet it is the same Earth we all call home.