Anger was her element. Her other was shyness. She could barely control the torments caused by embarrassment. She would blush to the roots of her hair. She would hauntingly walk to her execution, livid with disdain. Had she raised her cast down green eyes, she would have appeared like Medusa.
Asya Tsvetaeva, on Marina Tsvetaeva, featured in “A Life in Poems,”
“Lily’s smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew closer to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough.“
birthday present for the amazing sophia! (@lilypotthr) have a wonderful day ♥