I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores, so come on and let's wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief...
This little angel fell off a truck on the way to a slaughterhouse.
She is now safe at Cedar Row Farm Sanctuary, Ontario, and named Bardot.
— Edgar Allan Poe (via winterkristall)
careers to consider when I finish uni:
- girl in 1960s Paris with winged eyeliner and a fringe who sits in cafes and bars and drinks sherry
- WWII war nurse
- muse for a late 19th century artist
- archaeologist in the 30s
- background character in a Wodehouse story
- incorporeal sense of vague dissatisfaction