read.write.wander.
what is there to say. i'm nothing to write home about. i am a pawn trapped in the war, the smell right before it rains. i am just passing through this place; trying to leave my mark in an unmark-able world.

 

The prince fought valiantly.
He slayed the dragon.
The princess cried for days.
She loved that dragon.

The stories fairytales don’t tell (via shy-fawn)

(Source: caliginosity-)

it’s like this:
say there’s a whole room of people and you’re somewhere in the middle of them all.
I walk in and I see you, but you don’t suddenly become the only person in the room. god no. you become the room. you are the room.

Salma Deera, The Room, The Building, Etc.  (via 5000letters)

(Source: writingwillows)

You filled me with a wild desire to know everything about life.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray. (via le-manja)

(Source: katuytiepo)

Time is the longest distance between two places.

Tennessee WilliamsThe Glass Menagerie (via feellng)

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest- thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly devastated you are.

Beau Taplin (via beelzedub)

(Source: plantsandtea)

there are moments, when you’re getting to know someone, when you realize something deep and buried in you is deep and buried in them, too. it feels like meeting a stranger you’ve known your whole life.

Leah Raeder  (via fragilis)

(Source: simply-quotes.net)