I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.
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Anonymous asked: You have such a pretty name. :) Is it arabic? What does it mean?
Thank you! It’s old Persian for ‘bright moon’.
I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.