Thirst drove me down to the water where I drank the moon’s reflection.– Rumi (via beyondstyx)
Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.– C.S. Lewis (via wingsforlashes)
Places where I wish I was:
The ocean, listening to the surf A lovely, flowery meadow with no bugs (except fireflies), where I could stargaze In a cathedral, listening to soft choirs In a rowboat, gazing up at the sky and the moon On a violet cloud, drifting towards the setting sun and then into darkness
Today I felt very happy and dark and macabre and I wore all black and wanted to dye my hair black too (don’t worry I won’t) and then I kept fantasizing about being a bejeweled Queen who lives in a black Castle and seduces all kinds of excruciatingly handsome men, I think it’s one of those days when I’m very susceptible to drifting into my fantasy world, and you know why?...
It is dry, hazy June weather. We are more of the earth, farther from heaven...– Henry David Thoreau (via lydianea)
nymphen a demandé : I think your url is one of the most wonderful I've ever come across, really. Same accounts to your blog. Justthoughtyoushouldknow. x
paperswallow: Homesick for a land that can be found on no map, dreaming of unfamiliar constellations, and the ghosts of people I never knew
Anonyme a demandé : You're absolutely beautiful.
Anonyme a demandé : she found a rose covered in dust and began to cry...
Anonyme a demandé : you seem quite well read, so I am curious to know what is your stance on girls who read books like, anything by Lauren Conrad, or Gossip girl, the Clique.. etc? or just those books in general?
I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but...– Gustave Flaubert (via nymphite)
Anonyme a demandé : what's your least favorite type of people?
blueraincoat a demandé : And then Death....