If you’re unhappy, do not depend on others to fix you. You may feel weak, but you are strong enough to fix yourself.

Dependence < Independence // Cicatrice  (via whitenes-s)

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.

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