giulia

“I don't deserve her. She's springtime, rebirth and resurrection, a field flowering after months of endless slumber. The darkness I thought stains her soul is nothing more than a blanket, slowly being ripped away with each passing day.”
― Sav R. Miller, Sweet Solitude

“You pull a trigger on me, and I can’t even leave you out in the cold for fifteen fucking minutes. So you tell me, Mila, who cares more here?”
― Danielle Lori, The Darkest Temptation

“My eldest daughter was like me, not just in likeness but in disposition, too: she held her intelligence like a knife behind her back. Now that she was creeping toward womanhood, I found our similarities a bit unnerving. Like watching a clone of myself walk slowly toward me from a faraway point in the distance: What would happen when she arrived?”
― Caro Claire Burke, Yesteryear