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The time has come to gather nature, bring it inside to warm our bones. Collect wood, pinecones, lichen; thank the universe for providing us with all that we truly need to survive. Light your fires and banish your worries. A time for rest, a moment to revitalize our souls and feed our minds with knowledge.

i want to be mysterious but like in a cute way. i want people to know i’m kind and gentle, but at the same time i want to wear a long black coat and want people to look at me and whisper to each other “nobody knows anything about this woman. she lives alone and doesn’t talk much. stay away from her” but then mothers would bring their sick children to me so i could heal them with my mysterious cryptic healing powers because i am the witch of the town.

too exhausted to explain my soul to someone again just for them to puncture it all over again.

nocturne, excerpts from my journal

“If you’re happy in a dream, does that count?”

— Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

- Roald Dahl

Finding old music you used to love is like getting back in touch with an old friend.

I honestly feel that working in a little old bookstore would solve all of my problems.

absolutely

its sooo fucked up that tomorrows monday. they need to invent another S day

i think i love it here. ).

Warm September morning