it's about dreams and words, except when it's not, and sometimes it's about books and far off lands, except when it's about history, film, and pretty things.
the secret history by donna tartt
the child thief by gerard brom
the curious incident of the dog in the night-time by mark haddon
I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
There was once a princess who saw a mermaid and fell in love. So she went to the woman they called a witch and asked to be turned into a sea creature. The witch granted her wish, but with one condition: she’d have to get the mermaid to love her back, or she would die the way sea creatures do, dissolving into seafoam.
I think about your thighs, and the warm, moist smell of your skin in the morning, and the tiny eyelash in each corner of your eye that I always notice when you first roll over to look at me. I don’t know why you are better and more beautiful than anybody else. I don’t know why your body is something I can’t stop thinking about, why those little flaws and ridges on your back are lovely to me or why the pale soft bottoms of your New Jersey feet that always wore shoes are more poignant than any other feet, but they are. I thought I would have more time to chart your body, to map its poles, its contours and terrains, its inner regions, both temperate and torrid - a whole topography of skin and muscle and bone. I didn’t tell you, but I imagined a lifetime as your cartographer, years of exploration and discovery that would keep changing the look of my map. It would always need to be redrawn and reconfigured to keep up with you. I’m sure I’ve missed things, or forgotten them, because half the time I’ve been wandering around your body blind drunk with happiness. There are still places I haven’t seen.
“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard – I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough — I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”hermione granger ⇝ jordan richardson
fairy tales: Little Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time there was a sweet little girl. Everyone who saw her liked her, but most of all her grandmother, who did not know what to give the child next. Once she gave her a little cap made of red velvet. Because it suited her so well, and she wanted to wear it all the time, she came to be known as Little Red Cap.
One day her mother said to her, “Come Little Red Cap. Here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother. She is sick and weak, and they will do her well. Mind your manners and give her my greetings. Behave yourself on the way, and do not leave the path, or you might fall down and break the glass, and then there will be nothing for your sick grandmother.” Little Red Cap promised to obey her mother.
The grandmother lived out in the woods, a half hour from the village. When Little Red Cap entered the woods a wolf came up to her. She did not know what a wicked animal he was, and was not afraid of him. x
3 Locations/Kingdoms - [1-2/3] Cinderella’s home and Prince’s Castle from Cinderella
MYTHOLOGY MEME [1/9] greek gods
A T H E N A is the goddess of wisdom and warfare. Though a fierce warrior, she never engaged in brutality or unjust means to defeat her enemies, she relied on strategy and skill to win. She is also the goddess of crafts, navigation, strategy, skill, and civilisation.