Quod me nutrit me destruit

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Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil.

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Magdalena Frackowiak at Proenza Schouler SS 08

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Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit.

— Neil Gaiman (via m-anic)

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happy birthday Daul

say hi to forever

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