arianna. twenty-four. just trying to get by. in love with the sky. without the bitter, the sweet wouldn't be as sweet. / instagram @ ariannaelena
“I go where I love and where I am loved, into the snow; I go to the things I love with no thought of duty or pity.”— H. D., The Flowering of the Rod (via defense-mechanisms)
“There is a time in life when you expect the world to be always full of new things. And then comes a day when you realize that is not how it will be at all. You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realize, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps, though you can put your hand out to where things were and feel that tense, shining dullness of the space where the memories are.”— Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk
“…to seek among phrases and fragments something unbroken—I to whom there is not beauty enough in moon or tree; to whom the touch of one person with another is all, yet who cannot grasp even that, who am so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely.”— Virginia Woolf, The Waves
