Jenna Cavaliere

“You don’t think monster girls and wicked boys deserve love?”
― Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

“ready to waste a lifetime waiting to be carried by the same winds again”
― Dean Cocozza, zero dark thirty

“I keep finding the ashes of the man I unequivocally loved, everywhere.
Everytime, I go to bed, they are displaced about my covers when memories flood back in my mind.
When I glance at my skin, the ashes are smeared on my skin like hand prints from a tragic crime scene.
When you cross my mind, the ashes of moments of intimacy fall to my heart, my body forcefully expell them through my lungs and tear ducts.
The ashes spew out in an eruption of utter chaos. The ashes block out my perception of love and self value. My sight is distorted to truth and trust. The particles of ashe prevent me from forgetting.

ANONYMOUS”
― Starr.

“I am the monster and the monster is me.”
― Leigh Bardugo, King of Scars