~(=^‥^)/ away to


my name is haze & i'm a moon nymph.
I’ve had so many names. Old names that only the wind and the trees can pronounce. I am the mountain, the forest and the earth.
Pan’s Labyrinth (via chkpointcharlie)

(Source: seabois, via chkpointcharlie)

I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via svnk)

(Source: stxxz.us, via writurs)

will you write to me, little moons? 

My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
— Rumi, The Soul of Rumi  (via wanderers-haven)

(Source: larmoyante, via naryamirie)

feeling sentimental.

How frail the human heart must be —
a mirrored pool of thought.

— Sylvia Plath’s first poem, written at age 14. (via ripe-figs)

(Source: , via efflorescentrain)

efvy:

1/10/14
this is probably the most poetic sentence i have ever formed in my life tbh
nymfeia:

"I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself. And behold, then this ghost fled from me."-Friedrich Nietzsche
angelwater:

i found two gems for a dollar
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