soul vacation

glittertomb:

When I was a little girl I used to get lost in the forest every day hoping to find my bridge to terabithia, my rabbit hole, my wrinkle in time. I went hunting for ghosts. I left food out for trolls. I sang faery songs in the hope of finding one. I wanted to by enchanted & kidnapped by witches or goblins or mermaids, to be dragged into a magical underworld, to speak with spirits, to be lured into a mushroom circle under a full moon, to find a world inside of a tree or under a rock. My tornado never came and i never saw a spook, but sometimes I pretend that glints of light in the corner of my eyes are faery wings & I still walk through graveyards at midnight.

(Source: mydarkenedeyes, via stolethesky)