The silent poetess

...Nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are. (F. Pessoa)

Mea. Germany. Twentysomething. INTJ. Bibliophile. Lover of everything old, odd and weird. Surely not from this world.

She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.

- Roman Payne (via arabarabarab)

(via sleepymood)