Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
touch me
nostalgia
lost soul
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
written by Sylvia Plath
voortbestaan:

Gustav Klimt - The virgin (1913)
I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
written by Kiersten White 
stefanysite:

Planted.
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