Strange and elusive

― Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909

daddy issues make u a people pleaser but mommy issues make u like. a sociopath

Wait a minute

So what does that make me?

you did what you did because you felt how you felt and now it is what it is

The start of nothing

Ou

I open tumblr, I talk to myself then I leave

— Susan Sontag, from I, etcetera: Stories  (via funeral)

Since longer than I've been aware I've had an affinity for storm magic. I feel my entire life all around me. In the wind and in the energy in the wind and the life in the wind. When I feel lost I find myself and find comfort in the fog. When I break apart so does the sky. I do not weep but rain will fall from the sky. The crack of thunder actually shivers me timbers of you know what I mean. Lighting feels like true love searing bright across the sky...

Anyways

I had some energy work done recently and the person said they couldn't ground me because I'm everywhere except my own body. That I actually died a long time ago, yet I remain. And it's true. I am this force of nature and this vessel is meant to ground and observe this force of nature.

Time will tell

Of a time spent well

Drifting apart

And returning without sails