She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.Roman Payne, The Wanderess (via floranymph)
I read a page of you and it was like one of those novels I wanted to put down but hoped it would have a better ending or some redeeming quality.
Maybe I was wishing your character would develop into some sort of hero,
But it’s really the villains that hold my attention.
People tell me not to read into it,
When in reality I’ve never really read much at all.
I pressed my face against the glass like a child trying to get inside, thinking it was meant as protection. I never even thought you might like it — being a spectacle without ever being touched.