“Just as the sheet nearest to hand takes from a master The true hasty stroke, just so The mirror often takes into itself The sole, the divine laugh of a girl, As she experiences the morning, alone - Or in… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“You’ve been in my head now,” she said. “Did you get a look at the things I did to survive this life?” “Glimpses,” he admitted. A string of bleak moments, a deep and desperate ocean, Hellie shining like a golden… — Leigh Bardugo Copy Share Image
