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It terrifies you, doesn’t it? It scares the living shit out of you to love someone like her. Someone who is so much of a storm. Some days she’s stronger than you. Most days her voice is louder. She’ll say “no” once and mean it. If you don’t listen she’ll kick you out of her bed and out of her life. Maybe she’ll soften for you, between the quiet hours where the sun is just barely touching the earth, she’ll be all quiet breathing skin and open mouthed caresses. Maybe once in a while she’ll gentle herself into elastic and you’ll press open mouthed kisses to her skin without worrying about the burn. Stop living for those moments where she’s quieter. They’ll be rare. The thing is, most of the time, she’ll be on fire. You’ll have to carry the ashes of your arguments back with you, you’ll have to expect that she’ll fight you and love you at the same time. It’ll feel like loving a hurricane. So maybe, maybe you’re thinking that it’ll be easier if you just left. Maybe you’ll find a better one. Know this: if she asks you to stay, she will do it once. If you slam the door shut behind you she will shrug her shoulders, wrap herself in her own fight and wait for someone strong enough to love her. If you come back, months later, empty handed, she’ll kiss your forehead and shake her head and say ‘not today.’
I AM SO PUMPED FOR RTX
IM GOING GET PREPARED SO EARLY FOR THE FUN DAY THAT’S AHEAD OF ME
IM GOING TO WEAR ALL OF MY MERCH
PUT ON THE BEST MAKEUP
and cry behind my computer screen because im not going to rtx
Hey All You People,
I’m finally starting the book I’ve always wanted to write and would love for some of you to read it. Feedback is welcome!
Here’s a little part from the prologue:
“Where are they taking us?” She whispers to her dark haired friend. “I’m scared.”
Minna doesn’t want to show Cicely that she has been crying, so she only shakes her head to indicate that she isn’t sure. They sit on the wooden bench that lines the perimeter of the cart, and she watches out the opening in the back as her home disappears in the distance. Cicely reaches over and clasps her friend’s hand tightly.
Several hours pass in the back of the cart; Minna and Cicely are surrounded by other confused and often terrified girls, all twelve years old, as they travel across the nation. None of them speak, and many sleep on their journey that seems to take forever. Minna, however, keeps awake and misses nothing—the strange villages that they pass through, the unfamiliar landscapes and foreign foliage. Wherever they are headed, it’s nowhere close to Fall Barrow. Cicely is asleep on her shoulder, still holding her hand.
Minna gives it a slight squeeze; it’s the closest thing she has to home.