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When you don't have your mother, you don't really know who you are.

girlness equals goodness equals godliness

In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.

I think it's like we are living in a grave; we are not dead, we are going about our daily business, but in a grave. We are living in place of a dead person.

"Life is very nice," Mum said, "when you let it be."

"If you're still alive, it's not too late."

Of course there would be risk, and of course there would be blood.

"My house is pink now, girl—pink. Shpelling looks like a gaggle of faeries and unicorns got drunk and set fire to a pigment stall."

"I don't think faeries—"

"Not the point, girl. What matters is the Shpelling looks alive again. Absurd, aye, but alive, and full of excitement, and—and magical."

"Cope!" he called.

It took me a second to freeze after the exertion.

"Stop thinking you're fucking average."

She was the moon in the water, close enough to touch, yet beyond reach.

ELLE (10:55 P.M.): wud u still lik me if i typed lik this

"Walk or die, that's the moral of this story."

"It seems a very big decision to me, deciding whether or not to run away and join the circus..."

Then it was quiet. The warm orange light from the closet made everything look, feel, delicate. I hadn't had a day that good in a long time. Forever. No one else home, just me and brother. For once, I could hold on to that good feeling long enough to tell him I wanted to die, had been wanting to for so long.