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And into the forest i go, to lose my mind and find my soul

Yes, i will drive into the mountains and sit among my ancient brothers, the trees, they are the guardians.♡♡♡And into the forest i go, to lose my mind and find my soul

mydarkenedeyes: “ Parfenova Lisa. ”

red-lipstick: Thin-Liz aka Parfenova Lisa (Saint-Petersburg, Russia) - From Some Sketches & Drawings, 2012 Drawings: Pencils/Pens (use for both reference and a "halo" -- maybe the Devil's hand around the head of Faust?

“… Earth does such things to itself: furrowing, cracking apart, bursting into flame. It rips openings in itself, which it struggles (or not) to skin over. The moon doesn’t care about its own craters and bruises. Only we can regret the perishing of the burned place. Only we could call it a wound.” — MARGARET ATWOOD, FROM ‘A FIRE PLACE’, MORNING IN THE BURNED HOUSE

“… Earth does such things to itself: furrowing, cracking apart, bursting into…