You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope
— Amy and Roger’s Epic Detour, Morgan Matson
You ain’t never had a friend like me!
i wanna hold your hand and watch the stars with u but not really cause there are bugs outside
We all wear masks, and the times comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin.
Hannah Kent, Burial Rites
Details of paintings of flower vases I saw at the Louvre. (click on each to enlarge and see the wonderful details)
In the twilight of morphling, Peeta whispers the word and I go searching for him. It’s a gauzy, violet-tinted world, with no hard edges, and many places to hide. I push through cloud banks, follow faint tracks, catch the scent of cinnamon, of dill. Once I feel his hand on my cheek and try to trap it, but it dissolves like mist through my fingers.