I'm Arielle and I'm 18. I wish I learned to climb trees and sing like David Bowie. This blog is dedicated primarily to cinema, art and literature.
She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.

Oscar Wilde, from De Profundis (thanks, chaosinordnung)

(Source: the-final-sentence, via fuckyeahexistentialism)