What she said was always strange. It had happened long ago. It seemed insignificant. And yet it was something you remembered forever. The words as well as the story. The voice as much as the words.

– Marguerite Duras –

the older i get the more i can understand why people back in the old fairytale days would just fuck off

and be a hermit in the woods.

just chilling out in the middle of nowhere

and occasionally telling random heroes cryptic shit.

living the fucking dream.

– Unknown –