posy .

This author finds the Penwood sisters to be quite unforgettable, do you not agree?

i am too intelligent, too demanding, & too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. no one knows me or loves me completely. i have only myself.

wielding grievances like a dagger, i am in between two truths: the girl that i once was, & the woman i shall become.

⠀ ⠀ ⁺ ₊ … stupid 、 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 obsessive 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 me .ᐟ

the great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

you drew stars around my scars.

it seems we've lost our miracles.

do the gods love their creations?