“And blind in the dark, as soul gazed into soul
I looked into your heart and saw you pure and whole
Cloaked under the night with nothing to suppress
A woman and a man, no more and yet no less”— Beneath A Moonless Sky (via elizadoolittle0526)
This is a short story about a character that just kind of popped into my head. It is completely fictional and I didn’t base it about anybody. It speaks very strongly of self- harm so please if you cannot deal with those kind of stories, read at your own risk. I would like to read some feedback :)
Summary: "I was scared out of my mind as I looked at myself in the mirror. I stared at my half-naked body and for the first time ever in my 26 years of life I regretted ever letting a sharp object touch my skin…"
“She’d always been a little excitable, a little more passionate about books than your average person, but she was supposed to be — she was a librarian, after all.”—Sarah Beth Durst (via bibliophilebunny)