Pearl Eyed Nomad
There is a moonlit night inside of me and a mat gleam cascading through my soul of haze. With one eye of pearl, I will reveal the hidden and forgotten by solely a wistful gaze.




The Past

 thalassic souls

Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil.

(via g-azzelle)

Let’s examine this:

Miss is a word for a woman that has not been married.

Mrs. is an abbreviation of the word Mistress, used as a title for a woman that is married or widowed.

Ms. is a title used for a woman whose marital status is unknown or irrelevant (as in business).

The letters Ms. are not an abbreviation of a word, they are an amalgamation drawn from the letters of Miss and Mrs.

On the other hand, a man is just a mister (Mr.)

You see men don’t have to determine their sexual availability like women.


Picking Wild Flowers, Santa Cruz c.1927


Picking Wild Flowers, Santa Cruz c.1927

Which one is your favorite quote? Or the one that remains more in your head? whistled whites-oul

I don’t think I can ever have a favourite one thing but I have bunch of favourites of lots of things. But I have this quote stuck with me many years now, probably because I read it at one of those “right times”. "About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won’t like you at all." xx

your blog is amazing <3 whistled Anonymous

Thank you so much, little petal. I wish I was here when you wrote this to me. xx

I just started following you via suggestion, but I see you're away. Tend to yourself, that's the most important thing! x whistled meribels-letters

The fact that someone suggested my blog makes me giddy. And you being so kind and supportive even when I’m letting my followers down by being a lousy blogger means so much to me. I’m sorry for being away and that shedding my old feathers and growing new ones often requires isolation. I’m happy to have you as a follower and to be a follower of yours as well. xx

Words leak in through my cracked flesh. I wish I could dissolve into the earth.


i’m insanely in love with the shapes of the human body.
and also i can’t stop admiring juvenility.

(Source: belladonna-of-suffering, via vacant-sweetness)

I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.
I was born with an enormous need for affection and a terrible need to give it.