Soallas Rosewing

gentle, hardworking priestess who spends her free time picking flowers, brewing potions and reading 🌿// a little rp blog for the cutie nelf lady // About; http://soallas-rosewing.tumblr.com/post/135487360344/things-about-soallas 🌸soallas ref for art🌸 . ooc blog- pockets-full-of-potions .

[crackedbone]

“She reminded me of a certain kind of rose she grew in the garden, called Pristine. It was white with a trace of pink around the outside, and when you picked it, the petals all fell off.”

Janet Fitch, White Oleander  (via abattoirette)

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Sometimes she did not know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know.

[english-idylls]

[jessamour]

“Perhaps the great loves come with tears.”

[lavendergin]

[lesfeuilles]

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[unclebabie]

[weltenwellen]

Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky.

Laini Taylor (via splitterherzen)

[samjeet]

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Always. 

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eternally sleepy and soft.

[ma-demoiselle-cherie]

[howtobeparisian-deactivated2016]

Le coeur d’une femme

[effyeffa]

Rosemary, lavender, sage, rain, grass, the smell of the person you love.

gillian anderson - “what’s your favourite smell?” (via eggcessive)

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[days-of-reading]

Laurent Pflughaupt, Letter by Letter: An Alphabetical Miscellany

[peachpitgirl]

it’s me, your sleepy lavender dream girl

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