It’s amazing what storms your face can hide, what terrible wrecks can writhe and heave beneath, without one ripple on the surface.
Jenny Valentine, Double (via perfect)
And I recognized then the process by which I had always attempted difficult thing. I had simply not allowed myself to think of the consequences, but had closed my eyes, jumped in, and before I knew where I was, it was impossible to renege. I was basically a dreadful coward, I knew that about myself. The only possible way I could overcome this was to trick myself with that other self, who lived in dream and fantasy, and who was annoyingly lackadaisical and unpractical. All passion, no sense, no order, no instinct for self-preservation.
Robyn Davidson, from Tracks (via sonictoaster)