She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.
-Juliet Marillier, “Wildwood Dancing” (via petrichour)
(Source: fables-of-the-reconstruction, via funeraire-)
i dont know what i expected being a teenager to be like but it wasnt this
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