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“There’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls.”
We’re all the same under our skin, aren’t we? We’re all wanting things we don’t understand. Things we can’t even name. The yearning so deep, like pinions over our hearts.
“I know what that’s like,” he says. “The way you can be saved without ever knowing you were in trouble.”
“We are never deceived,” she says, her voice deep and ringing. “We deceive ourselves.”
When you have nothing inside you, you feel everything more, and feel you can control all of it.
That’s what people never understand: They see us hard little pretty things, brightly lacquered and sequin-studded, and they laugh, they mock, they arouse themselves. They miss everything. You see, these glitters and sparkle dusts and magicks? It’s war paint, it’s feathers and claws, it’s blood sacrifice.
