Track: In the Woods Somewhere (Bonus Track)
Her gaze was filled by deep rooted sadness.
— Pablo Neruda, from The Little Girl Made Of Timber Didn’t Arrive By Walking (via violentwavesofemotion)
And never have I felt so deeply at one and, at the same time, so detached from myself, and so present in the world.
— Albert Camus (via emmalucywatson)