as you should be
|—||Catherynne Valente, "The Girl Without Hands: Writing, Carpal Tunnel, and Silence" at Rules for Anchorites (via theblastofatrumpet)|
I’m not a martyr. I’m not a saint. I never said that I was perfect, never said you were to blame. “When that which is. And that which was. Apart, intrinsic, stand” I’m still loving you the same.
Chumped - Dear Emily Dickinson
♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ val (valiant by holly black)"She tried to think back, past the table-scored food and the phone call home. There had been a monster and a sword made of glass, then a needle in her arm and a rush of power that still filled her with longing. She scrambled into a sitting position, looking down at new clothes that proved her memories were not formed only from bits of half-remembered dreams. Dave’s arm had bled, and strangers had done whatever she told them, and magic was real."