Monthly Archives: September 2016
purewhites: White as snow, pale blog x
The night outside was like a dark, heavy, perfumed flower. An expectant night- a night when things intended to happen. Very still. Only the loveliest of muted sounds- the faintest whisper of trees, the airiest sigh of wind, the half-heard, half-felt moan of the sea. L.M. Montgomery, Emily’s Quest (via lesgardenias)
noorks: Nick Lake, In Darkness