"So perhaps I am writing a transposed autobiography; perhaps I now live in one of the houses I have brought into the fiction; perhaps Charles is myself disguised. Perhaps it is only a game. Modern women like Sarah exist, and I ´┐╝´┐╝have never understood them. Or perhaps I am trying to pass off a concealed book of essays on you."
The French Lieutenants Woman - John Fowles

I can’t deal with overly critical people.

36

And maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone.

Medusa piercing and red hair! I didn’t mean to look this miserable in this picture. I’m happy.
35

Medusa piercing and red hair! I didn’t mean to look this miserable in this picture. I’m happy.

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"I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth."
Unknown (via natural-magics)