do what you can to survive.

“Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged? You are iron. And you are strong.”

[gillianlockwood]

( elixkeller )

     — Gillian knew better than she liked that Matthew would have been less than happy if, by the time he’d come home, she hadn’t replaced the cans of beer he’d finished off the night before. She hated the nights that he chose to drink. There were some that weren’t so bad - one beer and he got handsy, which was tolerable. More is when things got really bad - his own unique brand of violence. 

     But he wasn’t always that way, she reminded herself. Sometimes he was sweet. Sometimes he was very sweet. And she loved him - she thought she was sure of that. So she would put up with the bad so that she could remember the good.

     But none of this crossed her mind as she walked up and down the aisles of the grocery store, carrying her basket with two hands - two six packs paired with a small army of miscellaneous groceries. Matthew wasn’t exactly picky with food, but she always loved trying to make old recipes of her mother’s. She was trying to remember what spices she’d included in her potato leek soup when she turned the corner and walked directly into a man who was standing beside his cart. She was apologizing before her basket even hit the floor, and before she started tumbling over.

     ❝ I’m sorry! ❞ 

[gillianlockwood]

lucienabbot

›› ❛ Now, that sounds lovely. Do you have a dinner planned, then? ❜

     — ❝ In fact I do. It’s an old recipe of my gran’s. And for dessert, ❞ Gillian smiled, motioning towards the bottle of wine in her bag. ❝ And pumpkin pie in the spirit of Fall. ❞

[gillianlockwood]

evelynsroses

>> ❛ I think it’s a bit early for that, don’t you? ❜

➸ ❝ Hm? Oh - ❞ Gillian looked down at the bottleneck sticking out of her shopping bag and shook her head. ❝ Oh, Evelyn, you know I hardly drink, especially so early. ❞

[hpday]

I’m this very weird mix. In some senses, I feel as if I’m 100 years old. In others, I still feel incredibly young, very naive, and as if I haven’t seen much of the world at all. I’ve been incredibly protected, but in other ways I’ve had to be in situations that nobody my age would, to deal with pressure that nobody my age should usually deal with.