Julie

“The splendor of the grounds is not carried through to the interior in the least. Shadows wreath the atrium’s high ceiling, clinging to the corners and upper walls like living creatures. They curl along the top of the grand staircase that snakes along the far wall and circle an unlit chandelier, then bleed out into the adjacent halls. Thick, velvet curtains hang heavy as battlements against any intrusion from the sun. Without the fullness of day allowed inside, darkness doesn’t just live here, it thrives.”
― L.L. McKinney, Escaping Mr. Rochester

“Being an adult is not that great. I’ve gone from being excited about life to being afraid of it.”
― B. Fox, Paper Castles

“The trees are the silver and blue of night, but dread is not far behind.”
― Sami Ellis, Dead Girls Walking

“I don’t think my mum likes me very much. That doesn’t matter, because I don’t really like her either.”
― Alice Oseman, Solitaire