she bent most of the rules. she broke the rest.

“How do you take the fight out of half the population and render them willing slaves? You tell them they're meant to do nothing but serve from the minute they're born. You tell them they're weak. You tell them they're prey. You tell them over and over, until it's the only truth they're capable of living.”

“sometimes i wish," she starts, staring blankly out at the road in front of them, "i didn't have to have everything figured out. i wish i could turn off the part of my brain that needs perfectly executed plans, you know?”

The fear lessened, but the feeling never went away. Every once in a while, I’d roll it back out, poke at it. Wonder how I could ever stop feeling lonely when no one could ever know me all the way. When I could never peer into someone else’s brain and see it all.

[ insp. ]

want one?

↳  you think, as you walk away from le cirque des rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. you are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.

happy birthday cossette 💕 @wrenhal​