stars, hold your fires

Month: November, 2014

until you can’t feel the breath in your lungs

Even after all the deaths she’d witnessed, the years on the run, the constant fear that had buried its way somewhere deep in her bones, she was still a hopeless romantic.

“I once thought that I’d marry for love.”

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white knight

Black, Tatiana had decided, was not the color of mourning. White was.

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the warmth of your fingers

She was carefree and young and hadn’t yet experienced heartbreak and, to her, this was just another new adventure, a cup of tea she hadn’t tried yet.

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