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October 13 - October 24, 2024
“We’ve talked about this,” said Jamie mildly. “Murder can’t be your first choice every time you don’t like something.”
“That was some excellent Mary Poppins shit right there.”
“Sometimes you have to do icky things to protect the people you care about,”
“The thing is, being a witch is extraordinary,” she said. “It might seem sometimes that all we are is odd and different, but the truth is, we’re amazing. We’re part of the earth below us and the sky above us. Our veins echo the patterns of rivers and roots. There’s sunlight and moonlight in our bones.”
the three of you have something incredible to help you. You have each other.”
Niceness is all about what we do when other people are looking. Kindness, on the other hand, runs deep. Kindness is what happens when no one’s looking.”
when someone leaves, all you can do is leave a window open for them so that one day, if they choose, they can come back.”
“More than anything, I just want one place I can be myself. I just want a home.”
“Home is worth finding,” he said quietly. “Even if it takes a while.”
“Who said anything about transforming the world?” He shrugged. “What about just making it a little better? And then a little better? And then a little more, until, one day, maybe long after we’re gone, it has transformed?
People are usually like the sea, a constant, unerasable part of something bigger, but I’m more like a single wave that washes over the shore, ebbs away, and doesn’t leave a trace behind.”
“It’s not always enough to go looking for the place we belong,” Jamie said, his eyes on the house ahead. “Sometimes we need to make that place.”
You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t a witch. And it’s you I want. All of you.”
It’s a leap of faith to love people and let yourself be loved. It’s closing your eyes, stepping off a ledge into nothing, and trusting that you’ll fly rather than fall.
But to allow herself to be loved? That was so much harder. That required bravery and trust and the vanquishing of the monsters that lived under the bed.
Danger rarely wore a monstrous face and a wielded a pitchfork. No, danger came most often in the form of people like Edward, the nice people whose niceness only went so deep, who saved their niceness for people exactly like them, who believed they were more deserving of power and respect than anyone who was a little bit different.
Sometimes you had to do whatever was necessary to protect the people you loved.
