I will be wild. I will be brutal. I will encircle you and conquer you. I will be more powerful than your boats and your swords and your blood lust. I will be inevitable.
Iphigenia, from A Memory of Wind by Rachel Swirsky (via nevervulgar)
It may be safer, warmer and more comfortable, always living on the inside looking out, but after a while, the sound of the rain is just not enough anymore; you forget how it feels. And though you may never forget who you are, if you stay away from the world too long, you are guaranteed to forget who you were meant to be. Without others you will lose yourself.
Adam Stanley- ‘All My Sins Remembered’