Foe or Food? || HIATUS

I anticipate tragedies before they happen.

And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.

What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?

Eye contact is a dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely. God, so lovely.

A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.

You are a hurricane of a girl; remember to breathe every once in a while, do not drown within your own storm.

In case of being swallowed by a wolf, always bring a good book and a pillow and a blanket. Nothing in this world lasts forever. Certainly not wolves.

Slow your breath; unclench your fist. Even in sleep you are ready for war.

I aim to be lionhearted, but my hands still shake and my voice isn’t quite loud enough.

I love the person I’ve become, because I fought to become her.

She seems at once destructive and helpless.

Sometimes suffering is just suffering. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t build character. It only hurts.

Be crumbled. So wild flowers will come up where you are. You have been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender.