Ask me anythingSubmit
ever since i was a little girl, words have danced through my head and in my heart.
"She went for walks in the park and in the woods that joined the park, and enjoyed the solitude and mystery, kicked the brown leaves of autumn and picked the primroses of spring. But it was all like a dream; or rather, it was like the simulacrum of reality. The oak-leaves were to her were like oak-leaves seen ruffling in a mirror, she herself was a figure somebody had read about, or memories, or words.”."