gemlikegemstone:

floralwaterwitch:

voiceofnature:

Magic Mountain Lodge

This hotel is located in Huilo Huilo, a Natural Reserve in Chile. The rustic appearance ends with the exterior however, as the interiors are done up in luxury. There are only 9 rooms, named after bird species found in the area. Each of them overlooks the thick forest and wildlife outside. Guests even get a glimpse of a real-life volcano from the hotel. Hot tubs made out of huge tree trunks, overlooking the forest are a major tourist attraction at Magic Mountain, as is the world’s longest zip line running through the grounds.

😍😍

@taoistqueen OM G

Source: voiceofnature

caffeineandcollege:

concept: me gently sipping tea in a quiet bright cafe, I aced my exams and the bees are safe

Source: homedecorobsession

inkskinned:

humanity did a lot of things wrong but at least we got libraries, museums, and coffee shops right

How to quickly improve your art

howtodrawanime:

Find a good artist who is a terrible person and let the sheer force of bitterness alone drive you to draw and improve in order to surpass them

kingslayersbabe:

Aesthetic: the look of disappointment in your mothers eyes when you tell her that you’re a creative writing major

Them: You’re a creative writing major?
Me: Yes.
Them: What do you write?
Me: Stories.
Them: Stories about what?
Me: People. Places. Experiences. How am I supposed to condense myself down to a single genre to make small chat with a stranger? Fiction is finding truth within a lie–how am I supposed to encapsulate my style, my point of view, my witty tangents or otherwise nonsensical wanderings in to some A, B, C or D–none of the above categories for you? Don’t ask me what I write, ask me what I don’t write, the answer to that question is considerably shorter. What I write about one day may not be what I write about the next. There’s fiction, nonfiction, creative nonfiction, poetry, novels, novellas–these are all free game. What I like to write may become what I hate, what I hate to write may become what I love. I don’t dare compartmentalize my inspiration into a single category because limits be damned. Furthermore, I don’t see why–
Them: *backs aways slowly*
Me: *gestures towards crotch aggressively* *writes blog post*