Between philosophy, poetry, and old films. Finding comfort in cold weather, dark forests and stories that explore how strange and complicated it is to be human.

26 | Knowby Cabin
Joined September 2012
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees.
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The cold always seems to arrive with the smell of cinnamon in warm milk and a book to lose myself in at night.
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I rarely know exactly what I’m drawn to, but once I find it, I remain loyal.
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There’s a difference between being understood and being correctly interpreted.
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October is slipping away, and I’m not ready for it to become a memory.
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Friday: Let’s see what the night has written for me this time.
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I saw a cat sitting in a window and immediately decided it had a better life than me.
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I’ve had these dark circles for so long they’ve become part of my identity.
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Spooky Alex retweeted
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It’s raining again. Perfect night.
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