the town

She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.
—  William Faulkner, The Town

kurylen  asked:

That? Used to be a shop. Sold weird stuff. Carpet underlay with wire woven into it for blocking wifi. Dark red "all natural" haematite based paint. Leather jackets covered in studs. Catering sized bags of Himalayan pink salt. Guy who owned it was weird. Jittery. Paranoid. People said he made drugs in his basement with all these weird chemicals. Would explain the multicoloured light show when it all went up in flames. Might explain those odd plants in the ruins too...