euphoricspirit: "The forest was calling, she could hear it in the winds and the rustles of leaves. Calling her name like a gentle lover of the night,aching for her embrace."

euphoricspirit: "The forest was calling, she could hear it in the winds and the rustles of leaves. Calling her name like a gentle lover of the night,aching for her embrace."

tags: Spiritual-Dreads,

from: http://existential-dreads.tumblr.com/post/53832994376