𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒 ,            i am a body of people who are begging not to be forgotten .

𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙼𝙸𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚁𝚂 ,     to live without mirrors is to live without the self.      she is living selflessly,      she finds a hole in the stone wall and on the other side of the wall,      a voice.      the voice comes through darkness and has no face.      this voice becomes her mirror.       //     alice cullen . rescued by kenna . 

SO NOW I SHALL TALK EVERY NIGHT.   to myself.   to the moon.   i shall walk,   as i did tonight,   jealous of my loneliness,   in the blue-silver of the cold moon,   shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow,   with the myriad sparkles.   i talk to myself and look at the dark trees,   blessedly neutral.   so much easier than facing people,   than having to look happy,    invulnerable,   clever.   with masks down,   i walk,   talking to the moon,   to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear,  but merely accepts my being.   and does not smite me down.

a) me b) feminist badasses c) literal angels d) all of the above

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 ,    lonely ghosts come a-calling,     lonely voices talking to me,     now I’m gone, now I’m gone, now I’m gone

the way they look at each other ♥‿♥