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ALIN & JANE // MY SAFE ZONE, EP4

she smiles so rarely that each one–the genuine ones that light up her entire being–feels like a gift. like something private she has only reserved for me.

i love you. i love you. i love you. i’ll write it in waves. in skies. in my heart. you’ll never see, but you will know. i’ll be all the poets, i’ll kill them all and take each one’s place in turn, and every time love’s written in all the strands it will be to you. 

love is what we have, against time and death, against all the powers ranged to crush us down. 

happy birthday, cossette! ♡ [@wrenhal]

When she was a child, she’d once seen a feather drift down and touch lightly on the surface of a pond. The feather had not sunk, nor even really broken the surface tension. Instead, it had landed light as a butterfly, trembling just enough to look alive, and slowly turned end over end in the breeze. She’d recalled that image again and again and again in her teens. Farooq-Lane was that feather.

look at you, standing up to a demon like your skin is moon and not paper.

Maybe Jess was caught up with these ridiculous, impossible ideas because it meant she never had to try for something real.