March 2012
“Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings....”
– Hafiz (via lucifelle)
“Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let...”
– Pablo Neruda (via decaying-organic-matter)
“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the...”
– Neil Gaiman (via groundfaery)
