It’s not you. It’s anyone. Sometimes I don’t want anyone around. Some afternoons I lie on my bed and the light comes through the shutters on the floor and I think I never want to leave my own room. Joan Didion, Run River (via wordsnquotes)

adorleehaze: wish list of non existent things: an elaborate music box of a ballet at the Palais Garnier, bath salts that change you half-nymph, a book of moon on water dances translated to English or French.