“Every inner touch, every one of its fingerprints on my brain, burned like acid. It shredded the walls of my soul like tissue paper, it clawed its way into my very center, I couldn’t tell anymore where it began and I ended. It poured into me like a river into the sea, mixing, melding, until we were one. One. For better or worse. Until death do us part.” WaySoulBrainSeaWallPaperRiversMy SoulBurnedAcidMixingTissuesFingerprintsTissue Paper Author:Rob Thurman
“Most kids don't believe in fairy tales very long. Once they hit six or seven they put away "Cinderella" and her shoe fetish, "The Three Little Pigs" with their violation of building codes, "Miss Muffet" and her well‐shaped tuffet—all forgotten or discounted.And maybe that's the way it has to be. To survive in the world, you have to give up the fantasies, the make‐believe.” WorldWayGivingBelieveWellsLittlesLongKidsThreeFantasyMissingBuildingGiving UpSixSevenDon't BelieveShoesForgottenTalesCodeFairyFairy TalePigsViolationMake BelieveFetishThree Little Pigs Book:Nightlife Source: Nightlife
