this is how we burn


We’ve the right to dream, and that, I suppose, is the magic’s greatest power: the notion that we can pick possibility from the trees like ripe fruit. We are filled with hope. Alive with transformation. We can become.

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But they were all damaged, you see.

Something not right about the lot of them.

Bad blood. Big dreams.

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inspiration: spence, the realms, winterlands, the forest of lights, & other places

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aseaofquotes:

Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

aseaofquotes:

Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

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“No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they’d like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance.A fissure forms in the vessel. I’m cracking open.”

“No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they’d like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance.
A fissure forms in the vessel. I’m cracking open.”


isabelladeste:

WHERE SECRETS GATHER | (listen)

Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one…one was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them.


we unlocked the Pandora’s box of ourselves



“Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains… And magic itself is neither good nor bad; it is intent that makes it either.”

Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains… And magic itself is neither good nor bad; it is intent that makes it either.”


We’ve the right to dream, and that, I suppose, is the magic’s greatest power: the notion that we can pick possibility from the trees like ripe fruit. We are filled with hope. Alive with transformation. We can become.

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But forgiveness… I’ll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there’s an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.

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