heavy & soft with love.

Stardust fell from her lips, and she bled out liquid gold. She was the entire universe wrapped up in a girl, and it was far too much to contain

The evening sun suffused the air with a golden light in which every detail was clear and nothing was dazzling, and the faces of the children and the man and woman too seemed immortal and strong and beautiful.

She had asked: What is he? A friend or an enemy? The alethiometer answered: He is a murderer. When she saw the answer, she relaxed at once. He could find food, and show her how to reach Oxford, and those were powers that were useful, but he might still have been untrustworthy or cowardly. A murderer was a worthy companion. She felt as safe with him as she’d done with Iorek Byrnison the armoured bear.

She bathes in a golden soak and rises with the sun. Her cheeks were rosy from lying in sunlight The child inside her never grows old. Her heart is truly gold

That’s what you are. Argue with anything else, but don’t argue with your own nature.

I felt too much until I couldn’t anymore.