I unapologetically love witchy aesthetics. I love dressing in dark mori like some sort of hippe/goth hybrid that crawled out of a forest. I love spaces filled with herbs, candles, oils, trinket boxes, rocks and lots and lots of jars filled with things. So many jars. jars for miles.
I discovered that I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all.
Susan Sontag (via mirroir)
My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.
|—||Warsan Shire (via moriarty)|
Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.
|—||Donald Winnicott (via mirroir)|
Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so.
|—||Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale (via bibliophilebunny)|