My personal motto is: WWWWD?: What Would Wonder Woman Do?
Libba BrayIt's always darkest before the ultimate sparkle.
Libba BrayFashionable debutantes in pastel chiffon party dresses wilt into leather club chairs like frosted petit fours melting under the July sun.
Libba BrayGreetings, ax murderer! I was just wondering how you like your eggs?
Libba BrayThey misspelled 'party.' How evil genius can they be?
Libba BrayFree the snow globes!
Libba BrayTags: libba-bray going-bovine snow-globes
He smiles sadly. "Now I know my destiny."
"What is it?"
"This."
He draws me in to him in a kiss. His lips are warm. He pulls me tighter in his embrace. The roots sigh and release their hold on my waist and the wound in my side is healed. "Kartik," I cry, kissing his cheeks. "It's let me go."
"That's good," he says. He makes a small cry. His back arches, and every muscle in his body tightens.
Tags: sadness
Sometimes, when the wind blows through them leaves, it sounds like your name. It's like a sigh, then," she says. "The most beautiful sound I ever heard."
A gentle breeze catches in the branches then and I hear it, soft and low, a murmured prayer--Gem-ma, Gem-ma--and then the leaves bend down and trail delicate fingers across my cold cheeks.
In school, they would tell you that life wouldn’t come to you; you had to go out and make it your own. But when it came to love, the message for girls seemed to be this: Don’t. Don’t go after what you want. Wait. Wait to be chosen, as if only in the eye of another could one truly find value. The message was confusing and infuriating. It was a shell game with no actual pea under the rapidly moving cups.
Libba BrayThey see her differently now, as somebody. And isn't that what everyone wants? To be seen?
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