“Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs.” —from Black Heart by Holly Black (via vega-ofthe-lyre)
The more I think, the more I realize that I don’t understand myself anymore, and it’s pissing me off even more.