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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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the harris men by rm johnson
“and you haven’t been sleeping as much as you should, either.”
“i really don’t know what i’m going to do, but i know that you’ll be there for me. i know that.”
“but first we have to get you cleaned up. you stay right here, okay?”
“every time i fix you something nutritious to eat, you turn your nose up at it.”
“i don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you better get it together. get it together quick.”
“go back to sleep. it’s six in the morning, honey.”
“i want you to know that it’s not just your problem, but ours. i’m here, whatever you need. whatever you want.”
“you haven’t been eating right, you know that, right?”
“you look tired, baby.”
“it’s just i don’t want you to feel alone with this thing.”
“we can be a family, just the two of us.”
“you just felt the way that you were feeling at that time, and acted on it. you didn’t think about how you would feel later, what the consequences would be, nothing.”
“every night i think it’s a dream and when i wake up and realize it’s the truth i don’t know what to do.”
“is it about today? do you want to talk about it?”
“i still love you, but i want you to think about this some more.”
“there’s nothing positive about dying, nothing.”
“i’ll fix you a big breakfast.”
“you don’t know what it’s like to be me, have my problems, my concerns, deal with what i deal with every day.”
“okay, sweetheart, i’ll eat all by myself, but don’t complain when you miss out on the best breakfast i’ve ever made.”
“i’m doing this because i love you, i have since the day i met you, and i will as long as you live.”
“that’s why i do what i do, that’s why i ask you to take care of yourself and if you aren’t willing to do it, i’ll run behind you like you’re a child until you do.”
“you left for a reason, and at the time, in your mind, it had to be a good reason, so you have nothing to be sorry about.”
“i want us to be a family again.”
“welcome back, sweetheart.”
HIS DARK MATERIALS 1x01 “Lyra’s Jordan”
the house of forgetting taken from the 1997 benjamin alire sáenz book.
don’t argue with me.
if you don’t open this door, i’ll break it down.
would you like a blanket?
i’m not myself.
think about it, honey. just think about it.
that quiet will kill you.
we better get this arm taken care of. hurt much?
you’re a survivor, honey.
you can’t teach them to love you, but you can teach them not to fuck with you.
you look like you’re feeling better.
shhh, you’re just a little tired.
it’s just a little blood.
that’s how the fucking world begins to die.
open the door.
sorry. bad habit.
it’s not anger, it’s love.
how long is a long, long time?
it’s better not to talk.
sleep won’t take away the pain.
what are you mumbling about?
it’s time to wake up, honey. no more sleeping.
i’ve been fucking things up lately. it won’t happen again.
take a shower. and then i’m going to feed you.
you know what your problem is? you forgive yourself too easily.
this is one thing you have to do for yourself.
i wish i’d died.
you don’t have to hide.
BOOK STARTERS VOL.52 SHARP OBJECTS GILLIAN FLYNN
❛ The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you. ❜
❛ Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. ❜
❛ Women get consumed. ❜
❛ Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you’re really doing it to them. ❜
❛ A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort. ❜
❛ Safer to be feared than loved. ❜
❛ I ached once, hard, like a period typed at the end of a sentence. ❜
❛ It’s impossible to compete with the dead. I wish I could stop trying. ❜
❛ I always feel sad for the girl that I was. ❜
❛ Every time people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes. ❜
❛ How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky? Anything could happen. ❜
❛ See, there I am. I told you I lived. I told you I was. ❜
❛ Sometimes I think I won’t ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. ❜
❛ To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting. ❜
❛ I’m here. I don’t usually feel that I am. ❜
❛ I’m tired of dying. ❜
❛ What if you hurt because it feels so good? ❜
❛ How confusing to live in the shadow of a shadow. ❜
❛ Do you ever feel like bad things are going to happen, and you can’t stop them? You can’t do anything, you just have to wait? ❜
❛ Sometimes my scars have a mind of their own. ❜
❛ Everyone has their own version of a memory. ❜
❛ Isn’t a smile a girl’s best weapon? ❜
❛ My sense of weightlessness, I think, comes from the fact that I know so little about my past. ❜
❛ Do what I want; I might like you. ❜
❛ I feel sorry for Persephone because even when she’s back with the living, people are afraid of her because of where’s she’s been. ❜
❛ She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did. ❜
❛ The sight of it actually does something to you, makes you less human. ❜
❛ It infects you. It ruined me. ❜
❛ Your health is not a debt you just cancel. The body collects. ❜
❛ Men love to put things inside women, don’t they? ❜
they didn’t need to kill us ; they planted death inside us when we were only children . we were fruits to be hollowed , harvested , but now we are only rotting .
independent and highly selective original character , julia crane .
One trap, two catches.
Sassy and badass Moon Princess
lyra would think having magic powers was the coolest thing ever and you literally couldn’t ever make her embarrassed or ashamed of them .
mrscoultxr· .
The look away. The study of her drink. The clipped answers. It only served to disturb the calm that Mrs. Coulter had previously mastered. There went the olive branch, fluttering to the floor, as a quiet frustration overtook her. It seized at her shoulders first, causing them to tense, and so she put down her own mug of chocolatl on the nearby end table. Next, the grip at her lungs, as she breathed outwardly through her nose, not so unlike a bull just seconds before charging. And of course, the golden monkey, ever the more obvious indicator of her feelings, was crouched low to the ground, snarling and hissing, muscles bunched and ready. The guttural grumble that rumbled past his vocal chords seemed to resonate in the mostly empty hallway, echoing back in all its rage.
“Lyra,” Mrs. Coulter growled, and truly it was a harsh sound, as rough as the golden monkey’s snarl. A hand snapped out and caught Lyra by the chin, pulling her face to face with Mrs. Coulter with an iron grip that clutched tightly and painfully. “Do. Not. Lie. To me.” The bitten off words came with their own threat. Once cool and calm hues turned piercing and probing as Mrs. Coulter locked eyes with Lyra. The golden monkey had yet to pounce, carefully staying within range of Pantalaimon without fully striking the little daemon. She would attempt to end this with her own natural authority, but she was only a hair’s breadth away from falling to violence as her next last resort. “Don’t you ever lie to me.” Her face was a war of anger and cold control, the fury unmistakable but the need to maintain a hold over the conversation winning over all else. Cold, calculating, curiously detached. “Do you wish to try that statement again? Quickly.”
the mood had changed in an instant . ❝ stop ! ❞ lyra cried out as a hand gripped her jaw , more from shock than pain . pan snarled at her feet , inching away from the terror in golden glory beside her mother , unable to run when lyra couldn’t flee . ❝ let go , please ! mother ! ❞ her own thin fingers wrapped around the wrist in front of her face . gripping as tight as she was able , lyra resisted her own feral instincts to struggle harder . her fingernails itched to sink into flesh and her limbs to flail and kick but she knew better than to try .
a little girl prone to hysteria , lyra gathered her breath in her chest as tears stung her eyes . she tried forbidding them to fall onto her flushed cheeks but her fear and fury set them free . ❝ i en’t lying . it weren’t my fault . it was just a joke and it weren’t just me but they blamed us ! we were only trying to have some fun on the last day . i didn’t mean to upset no one . ❞ steadying herself . lyra finished her ramble with a deep breath . it was impossible to escape the intoxicating aura of her mother , the metallic scent of her rage -- seething . ❝ who told you ? ❞
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