c r y s t a l l i z e d

Like a babe in the womb, she slept, all the time in the world to dream: Nightmares, memories, often both. She sometimes stood in the sea, washed her bloody, hands in the gray, wind-tossed waves, scrubbed them till the salt worked it is way through: Her torn skin, her raw flesh. Not one speck of grime left her, but the tides would run red from her bleeding palms.

[timotay-chalamet]

[delta-breezes]

[undzuweiter]

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

[envlin-deactivated20230405]

[ellacalm]

I was the kind of child who always looked for fairies dancing on the grass. I wanted to believe in witches, wizards, ogres, giants and enchanted spells. I didn’t want all of the magic taken out of the world by scientific explorations.

V.C Andrews, Flowers in the Attic

[manishdayall-archive-deactivate]

[love-me-like-autumn]

[tfc2211]

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[aperiodofsoftness]

[birdasaurus]

[seidkonaz]

I feel like a flower hungry for the nourishment of the sun, a flower withering in a closet. Soon I will be dried and dead and you can press me into the pages of a book.

Alicia. Garden of Shadows, V. C. Andrews

[aslowyear]

[isolated-soldier]

“Those who protect are soldiers, those who destroy are warriors, but they all risk their lives for the future they believe in, so what’s the difference?” ― @gepanzerter-titan

[blllloom-blog]

[eren-s]

I doubt there are any fathers who know what goes on in their daughters’ mind.

[nycbambi]

[melaniielaurent]

maybe they’ll make a film about your exploits.