"For the way loneliness is worse when you return to it after a reprieve—like the soul’s version of putting on a wet bathing suit, clammy and miserable."
"once upon a time, a little girl was raised by monsters. but angels burned the doorways, and she was all alone."
nine images → Daughter of Smoke and Bone
"she tastes like nectar and salt. nectar and salt and apples. pollen and stars and hinges. she tastes like fairy tales. swan maiden at midnight. cream on the tip of a foxes tongue. she tastes like hope."
CAN I DIE NOW BCOZ THE COVER IS PERFECT *TWITCHING SOMEWHERE ON THE FLOOR*
"She was lonely, and she feared the missingness within her as if it might expand and… cancel her. She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust."