happyinmymindpalace:

“Nothing in the world pleases her so well as solitude. She is happiest alone in the country. She loves rambling alone in her woods. She loves going out by herself at night. She loves hiding from callers. She loves walking among her trees and musing.”

— Virginia Woolf, from The Death of the Moth and other Essays; “Madame de Sévigné,”


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cottageaesthetic:

plasticlove1984:

i wish i was one of those girls from classical mythology……. i could just turn into a cypress tree or a crystalline lake and be done with it

eulogy-for-myself:

running on tea, books, and the overwhelming urge to reinvent myself every couple of weeks

thingsfromthedirt:

paper-fairy:

“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.”

— Kurt Vonnegut 

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oh I would 100% be lured by a vampire entirely too easy

foreverravenclaw:

Honestly my goal is just to live my life like a regular hobbit- live in a comfy hole, appreciate good food and good friends, always go barefoot, be completely oblivious to the rapidly approaching end of the world…