Pixie Honey

“I want to ruin her so that she’s mine, my beautiful disaster. My wild creature. My goddess of chaos.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“For those of you who read the trigger warnings and said “Accidental cannibalism?! Count me in!” This one’s for you.”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird

“I do not remember very many things from the inside out. I do not remember what it felt like to touch things, or how bathwater traveled over my skin. I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.”
― Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia

“Did you just propose on a napkin with a ring you stuffed in a guy’s eye hole?”
― Brynne Weaver, Butcher & Blackbird