the queue of chaos – Page 17

dreamscape

She thought of her in that interview room, slightly breathless and entrancing. Wanting desperately to be told that nothing was her fault, that her body and brain had conspired against her. The feeling she must have, always, of being in between worlds, the worlds separated only by an impenetrable pane of glass.

Give me your hand by Megan Abbott

mhplanet:

sunlit lane

the-fae-folk:

bonitavista:

Västmanland, Sweden

photo via margreet

Down the swift stream in the middle of a greenwood,

there is a waterfall which hides a tunnel through the rock.

Follow the tunnel to the hidden home of the Undine.

If they like you they may give you a shell full of pearls.

These they brought up from the far distant sea.

Each is a wish.

Wish carefully.