I thought that I understood it. That I could grasp it. But I didn’t. Not really. Only the ‘smudgeness’ of it. The pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole. That the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. Didn’t know. Don’t know about the in-between bits. The gory bits of you and gory bits of me. x
Amy Adams talks Lois Lane with EMPIRE
THAT SIDE EYE
SO MUCH SIDE EYE
CHAOS WALKING TRILOGY
“But a knife ain’t just a thing, is it? It’s a choice, it’s something you do. A knife says yes or no, cut or not, die or don’t. A knife takes a decision out of your hand and puts it in the world and it never goes back again. ”
This is the story of how I died. Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel.
“You were the boy, weren’t you - the servant boy who got us out? You saved her life and mine and you restored her to me. Yet you want no reward.”