Oh, Winter come

we could have been killed, or worse…expelled

Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know of fear?

men may be stronger, but it is women who endure

Mother of dragons. Mother of monsters.

“look mother, look at me now, kingdoms blooming beneath my feet and a throne of shadows for me.” [x]

by UnWoods

Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game (via asteriaria)

me: engaged in combat *punches the guy in the face*

Some people are born with…

by Tina Sosna

Oh my sweet summer child, what do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die, all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little lord.

Sylvia Plath, from Johnny Panic & The Bible Of Dreams: Short Stories, Prose And Diary Excerpts; “Stone Boy with Dolphin,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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