Merry Alpern
Kiss me…

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Merry Alpern
Kiss me…
She had rooms in her mind that she would not look into.
Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose (via misswallflower)
Everything you love is here
Pink and White Lotus, 14th century, Yuan dynasty (1279–1368), Hanging scroll; mineral pigments on silk.
Kimbell Art Museum via Wikimedia.
To learn, to grow, to breathe.
I just walked into a shop (that I regularly go into) and bought sanitary pads and a share size bar of chocolate. Do you think they know
I really don't want to go to this party tonight. I haven't even showered and it's already started.
glass house
Tali Bayer
from Converted into Houses by Charles A. Fracchia & Jeremiah O. Bragstad
Peter’s not coming, darling. You can latch the window and take the white ribbons from your hair, stop sleeping with socks on and packing going-away bags. Whispering the names of the lost boys will not hasten them to you. Clapping your hands is no enchantment. There is magic, though, in lining your eyes, and spells to be cast in sharpening your tongue. Come to me, darling, and I’ll show you how queens carry themselves. I will teach you how to wrangle womanhood and tame it into a lapdog, to recognize pirates without their hooks and rapier them with words, to say no to heartless boys who need mothering and make peace with stern princesses and jealous faeries. I will help hide away childhood in the gilded cage of your ribs, where it may blossom and thrive in the wildest part of you. Here you will never grow old, never die. Here is your Neverland, laced through your heart like corset strings, tied up tight into a ribbon no span of years can unravel.
To Growing Girls Who Dream of Neverland by S.T. Gibson (mroeorlesstouched)
Susan Black
We are the granddaughters of the witches you weren’t able to burn.
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