I buried the jar deep within the roots of the nemeton. It was their sacrifice that brought its power back.
Grace…I hate to alarm you, but there’s a zombie outside eating the flesh of the living. (x)
I’ve been rereading your story. i think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. we dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. anyway: story received, story included. sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.
'True confidence leaves no room for jealousy. When you know you're great, you have no need to hate.'
au where there was two nogitsunes and they were in love
I’d watch out for Mr. Gibbins and Miss Castillo here. The quiet ones are usually the most dangerous.
Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven
Perfection is not just about control. It’s also about letting go.