other people may reject you but if you lie on the forest floor for long enough the moss and fungi will always accept you as one of their own
“When I was born, the word for what I was did not exist.”
— Madeline Miller, Circe
“I point at my father and say come home. Tell me what my name is.”
“So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out, and decide.”
— Meredith Grey
deactivated-thestral-deactivate
pansy parkinson
but, he’s there! potter’s there! someone grab him!
“I think that the genes for being an artist and mentally ill aren’t just related, they are the same gene, but try telling that to a bill collector.”
A cold intelligence clings to her slender frame. She sits pretty, religiously reapplying lipstick to hide the small smirk that forms upon her mouth when others call her sisters dangerous and reckless, leaving only the sweetest of words for the darling youngest. It is all as mother dearest taught her: the trick to being powerful is through deceit.