Jessica. 21. I find my home in nature.
Happy places.
grace willard
"Changed indeed, mysterious, wonderful."  From The Mahatma and the Hare: A Dream Story by H. Rider Haggard, 1911.
aubreylstallard: Gaston de Latenay, Nausikaa illustration, 1899
…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me. Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence. Of the millions, I, too, was potentially everything at birth.
written by Sylvia Plath, from The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via liquidnight)
Monchichi in pink by Angi-Shy