You are destroying my country, Struensee. Blessed by the King we both know to be disturbed.
(via nojustice)
(Source: fernsandmoss, via spirits-of-lavender)
Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.
I couldn’t sleep, so I made a thingy.
(I suppose Sam Winchester didn’t fall asleep to musical box lullabies…)
Lay your weary head to rest, don’t you cry no more
(via mattiemonster)