... The goblins want girls who dream so hard about being pretty their yearning leaves a palpable trail, a scent goblins can follow like sharks on a soft bloom of blood. The girls with hungry eyes who pray each night to wake up as someone else. Urgent, unkissed, wishful girls. (Lips Touch: Three Times)
Hi. I'm M. 18 years old, rising college freshman, Michigan. This blog is a personal one, so expect bizarre musings, self-centered self-analysis, and rants about stuff. I like books and quotes and not much else.
What. How. What.
WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN
holy mother of god.
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