The Seasoned Escapist


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)


She Justifies Running Away by Jeannine Hall Gailey

She Justifies Running Away by Jeannine Hall Gailey

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)

A fear submitted by abocode to deep-dark-fears

A fear submitted by andthenwemetthelocals for deep-dark-fears.