Melanie

“She wasn't looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword. ”
― Atticus Poetry

“Spanish rain,
A maiden’s dress,
Apothecary pills
And ancient thrills;
Melancholy kills
A girl’s caress.
(—Roman Payne; Valencia, Spain, November 2nd 2012)”
― Roman Payne

“She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings. ”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“It was getting dark by the time I went out, and nobody who knows the country will need to be told how black is the darkness of a November night under high laurel bushes and yew-trees. I walked into the heart of the shrubberies two or three times, not seeing a step before me, till I came out upon the broader carriage-road, where the trees opened a little, and there was a faint grey glimmer of sky visible, under which the great limes and elms stood darkling like ghosts; but it grew black again as I approached the corner where the ruins lay. ("The Open Door")”
― Margaret Oliphant, The Gentlewomen of Evil: An Anthology of Rare Supernatural Stories from the Pens of Victorian Ladies