
We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.
We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.

And then I saw her make the Sign of the Crass and walk back to her sisters within.

None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.

cult–queen-deactivated20170421:
“When I think of the women of Sharp Objects, I think of a 1948 photo by Frederick Sommer, called Livia (the name of the murderous Roman empress). It’s a black-and-white shot of a young girl with all the accoutrements of innocence: Blonde braids, lace-edged dress. But her eyes are startlingly intelligent, her lips stubborn, her whole face mischievous — perhaps malevolent. It’s one of my favorite photos in the world, a reminder that girls — and women — can be bad" – Gillian Flynn
And in the moonlight his gloved hand was elusively normal; it looked warm and strong and quite curiously reassuring, the hand not of a monster and a murderer, but of a gentle, loving man, who waited with infinite patience for one little sign of hope…
“perhaps you’d like another cigarette?”
“yeah, i suppose i would. it’s not bothering you, is it?”
“no.”
He turned as I entered the room, and I took him in my arms. With him, I could give vent to the affection I’d held so severely in check with Merrick. I held him to myself and kissed him as men might do with other men when they are alone. I kissed his dark black hair and kissed his eyes, and then I kissed his lips.
There is something obscene about this novel. It makes the lives of these beings seem attractive. You don’t realize it at first; it’s a nightmare and you can’t get out of it. Then all of a sudden you’re comfortable there. You want to remain. Even the tragedy of Claudia isn’t really a deterrent.
Jesse Reeve, Queen of the Damned
I KNOW THAT FEEL SISTAH.