I believe in miracles and spend my days dreaming and escaping from reality,
but this is what happens

when my dreams become my nightmares.

come to the dark side.

"She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds: fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest."
Christopher Poindexter (via larmoyante)



"Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows."
Zelda Fitzgerald  (via mirroir)

(Source: rabbitinthemoon, via mirroir)

"When you don’t have many friends and you don’t have a social life you’re kind of left looking at things, not doing things. There’s a weird freedom in not having people treat you like you’re part of society or where you have to fulfill social relationships."
Tim Burton (via mirroir)

(Source: bellamort-in-wonderland, via mirroir)

"That’s what being shy feels like. Like my skin is too thin, the light too bright. Like the best place I could possibly be is in a tunnel far under the cool, dark earth. Someone asks me a question and I stare at them, empty-faced, my brain jammed up with how hard I’m trying to find something interesting to say. And in the end, all I can do is nod or shrug, because the light of their eyes looking at me, waiting for me, is just too much to take. And then it’s over and there’s one more person in the world who thinks I’m a complete and total waste of space. The worst thing is the stupid hopefulness. Every new party, every new bunch of people, and I start thinking that maybe this is my chance. That I’m going to be normal this time. A new leaf. A fresh start. But then I find myself at the party, thinking, Oh, yeah. This again. So I stand on the edge of things, crossing my fingers, praying nobody will try to look me in the eye. And the good thing is, they usually don’t."
Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home (via expeditum)

(Source: quotethat, via ozark-witch)

The adventure of the Lions Mane, The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes