Perhaps bravery is simply the face humanity wraps around its collective madness.
She wasn’t looking for a knight.
She was looking for a sword
I cannot let the broken girl inside of me inhale all that I’ve become. I cannot revert back to another version of myself. I will not shatter, not again, in the wake of an emotional earthquake.
After I read a really good book, I have a hard time coping with reality.
Stars flickered around us, sweet darkness sweeping in. As if we were the only souls in a galaxy.
She reads books as one would breathe air,
to fill up and live.
– Annie Dillard
In the end, we’ll all become stories
– Margaret Atwood