bryghtrose's Journal

keeper of the necronomicon

The fairy who was not old, not young, who was red roses, white snowfall, who was blind and saw everything, who sent stories resounding through the universe said, "You must reach inside yourselves where I live like a story,not old, not young, laughing at my own sorrow, weeping pearls at weddings, wielding a torch to melt sand into something clear and bright."
"Glass" by Francesca Lia Block