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Monthly Archives: February 2015
nymfeia: I miss midnight swims in the lake crowned by pines and stars, I miss sleeping in the forest… So I’m dreaming in my room and waiting for the softness of springtime…I’m sorry, dear friends & starchildren, for being so absent lately, but I’ve been losing myself to drawing and writing stories
So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say. But to sacrifice a hair of the head of your vision, a shade of its colour, in deference to some Headmaster with a silver pot in his …
freepeople: Summer Jewels
frillylacylove: ♡ acute bra and flare shorts ♡
Whence come the highest mountains? I once asked. Then I learned that they came out of the sea. The evidence is written in their rocks and in the walls of their peaks. It is out of the deepest depth that the highest must come to its height. Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via hierarchical-aestheticism)
Her words crackled and popped: licks of flame dancing across the icy-chilled air. Winter Fragment #1 by ck (allotropique)