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‘They had gone unto the wars, trusting to the mild-eyed stars, nightly, from their azure towers, to keep watch above the flowers’
It seemed more apocryphal than anything, something most of us believed simply because we needed to believe escape was possible, not because we thought it was real.
one too many funerals with too-small caskets for the children they’d been unable to save.
“Some people stay broken. Some pick up the pieces and put them back together with all the sharp edges showing.”
she was the one person whose tears I could always forgive.
It’s easier for the horrors to catch up once you have nothing to do.
Three butterflies for a broken girl: one for personality, one for possession, and one for pettiness.
that little girl didn’t need the sympathy so much as she needed to just finally be forgotten.
If the little match girl had someone curled around her like this, someone warm and solid against her back, his own body wrapped around her, would she have survived? Or would they have both frozen?
I could be the little match girl and strike my illusions against the wall, lost in the warmth until the glow faded and left me
Sirvat was a queer duck.
“The gifts we give say as much about us as the gifts we get and keep,”
“I’m not a fake person; I’m carefully and genuinely handcrafted.”
The story’s almost over anyway. Then it can’t hurt for a little while.”
caged things have shorter lives.
But each time I saw it, I knew I was in the presence of something extraordinary, something that not everyone found or was capable of recognizing and sustaining.
How could a child be worth less than a name? How could all our lives be worth less than a reputation?
We were a fucked-up family, but a family nonetheless.
“I think a trauma doesn’t stop just because you’ve been rescued.”
