--> The Lady is a Tramp
I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.
― Unknown (via mustangblood)
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.
― Henry David Thoreau (via psych-facts)

expels:

my talents include stress eating and falling in love with people that will never love me back