A small shy girl; a lost wanderer in the realms of her mind. (ask, lists, favourites, letters)

find me here! x

Moved to: veiledbears xxx 

Bonjour, my dears. If any of you are interested, I have (somewhat) moved over to veiledbears for now. You see, there’s been a tiny feeling sitting amongst all others lately; a small knowing that I’m not quite the same person who made this little diary of some sort many moons ago. My ghosts seem to be stitched to the seams here and it is almost as though who I used to be has perished in a sea of them. Perhaps I’m not quite ready to let go of the small girl filled to the brim with Melancholy (for it still resides within me) but I suppose this is, in a sense, the beginning. I will still visit and post here every so often but until then, so long, farewell. xxx

"I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me. A nearby field, a ray of sunlight, a little bit of calm along with a bit of bread, not to feel oppressed by the knowledge that I exist, not to demand anything from others, and not to have others demand anything from me - this was denied me, like the spare change we might deny a beggar not because we are mean-hearted but because we don’t feel like unbuttoning our coat." 

Fernando Pessoa
elvedon: how are you? it has been a while since we have talked
i hope you are well, and the sunshine keeps you warm in its' embrace

I am well, despite the constant uncertainty looming above my head. (Always worrying about the smallest of things, you see.) Melancholy has been trying to tuck himself into my ribcage lately and I can’t ever seem to keep him out for long enough. Perhaps it was Loneliness whom invited him but oh, how I wish he wouldn’t. Please know that I’m hoping the very same for you too, my dear. xxx

"There are books so alive that you’re always afraid that while you weren’t reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river; while you went on living, it went on living too." 

Marina Tsvetaeva
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