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not to be dramatic but sometimes i feel like i don't belong anywhere on this earth like maybe all there is for me is perpetual loneliness + constant desire to go back to a place that doesn’t exist anymore

Another world underneath the banyan tree

The willow woman.

Photo taken by The Henge Shop, Avebury.

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

nekoyanagi

saturn as seen from behind the moon

— Samantha Towle, from Wethering The Storm (via lunamonchtuna)