I CAN'T TELL

[”No one helped Ilse. When she tried to tell people they turned their backs. The same thing would happen to me.”]

[”You’re on. I’m better with my hands anyway.”]

*rewatches a scene with an actual gay kiss for that one moment when martha and anna sign bruise at each other and hold hands.*

[”I could never forget to eat! Sometimes I’m not allowed to but that’s different. Do you forget because of school or like other things?”]

She would like it on the record that she has been through far too much to be intimidated by some college asshole who thinks he’s hot shit. She straightens her dress and meets his smug eyes. [”Yes. A beer and quickly”]

[”But look at the sunrise Anna! Don’t you want to catch it?”]

                   [”Run away? I-I but where would we go? How would we live? I want to but we, we would be in so much trouble. Let’s just wait a while it’ll be ok.”]

[”Maybe one day...when we’re older I think.”]

Can anyone make me icons? I’m running out.

[”Where will I go? They’d just blame me.”]

[”I almost made it. But Papa grabbed me around the waist and slung me backwards over his shoulder. All the way up to his room. All the blood rushed to my head and I was sure I would faint. Then he dropped me down on the bed. I felt as if my limbs were being hacked off. Does it feel like that for you? I just stare at the chipped paint on the ceiling til he’s done. Counting the flecks like snow.”]