“By now, David Gale understood he was not human.
The word escaped from him in a sigh. He turned away from her, thinking about the straw beneath his skin, harboring a thousand memories he could not voice — the curse of that name, and the Scarecrow. He did not have the words to express a youth endured as a stranger in his own home, a suspicious interloper of Oz blood, with his mother’s eyes, but not her husband’s heart.”
With love, from Russia.
A project at uni I’m doing based on fairytales and how they teach you that everything will work out in the end and that’s all just crap really. So the photos and hopefully short film I will produce will be showing fairytales in an inverse way.
Short film and more to come.
Basically, I disappeared for awhile because it was the strangest week ever.
when I publish my novel I want you all to swear to me that you’re going to write uncomfortably erotic fic about characters I didn’t intend to have sexual tension
swear to me