⋆˚࿔ ashmita ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

“The wideness of the sky and steppes, the whiff of villages and men -- from these, the forest sprite recoiled, and so he hid within a rotten log, and his voice sounded like the crackling of dry leaves.”
― Julie Mathison, Vasilisa

“...in the end, sleep claimed them both. Neither heard the great horned owl hooting from a hollowed oak, nor the strange buzzing cry of the woodcock, nor the keening of coyotes some two miles away. The wind kicked up from the east and roared in the treetops like a distant ocean, but neither...saw the leaves beneath the willow come to life, rustling and boiling, even as they sank into the forest loam. Roots reached and found and pulled them down, and - deep below - the bones of dinosaurs groaned aside, making room for their passage.”
― Julie Mathison, Vasilisa

“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“You know all that sympathy that you feel for an abused child who suffers without a good mom or dad to love and care for them? Well, they don't stay children forever. No one magically becomes an adult the day they turn eighteen. Some people grow up sooner, many grow up later. Some never really do. But just remember that some people in this world are older versions of those same kids we cry for.”
― Ashly Lorenzana