You once told me that plants lie dormant through the drought; that wait, half dead, deep in the earth. The plants that wait for the rain. You said they’d wait years, if they had to; that they’d almost kill themselves before they grew again. But as soon as those first drops of water fell, those plants began to stretch and spread their roots. They travel up through the soil and sand to reach the surface. There’s a chance for them again.
One day, they’ll let you out of your dry, empty cell. You’ll return to the separates without me and you’ll feel the rain once more. And you’ll grow straight, towards the sunlight this time. I know you will.
—Gemma, Stolen (A Letter to my Captor)
(Source: mynightmaresareaboutlosingyou)
I followed your gaze to the empty chairs next to a large family. Two of the smallest kids were crawling over the table, the parents arguing across them; I made eye contact with a girl about my age. I wonder now what would have happened if I had sat next to them. We could have talked about kids’ holidays and strawberry milk shakes. Then I would have returned to my parents. I looked up at your face, with the smile creases around your mouth. The deep blue of your eyes had secrets. I wanted them.
—
Stolen
Lucy Christopher
(via haley—james)
I hate it, all of this,” I screamed, my voice breaking. “I even hate him, even him.” A huge sob came up from my chest.
And I did, right then. I hated you for everything; for making me feel so helpless everywhere I went, for making me lose control. I hated you for all the emotions in my head, for the confusion…for the way I was suddenly doubting everything. I hated you for turning my life upside down and then smashing it into shards. I hated you for making me stand with a whirring fan in my hand, screaming at my mum.
But I hated you for something else too. Right then, and at every moment since you’d left me, all I could think about was you. I wanted you in that apartment. I wanted your arms around me, your face close to mine. I wanted your smell. And I knew I couldn’t-shouldn’t-have it. You’d kidnapped me, put my life in danger..but I loved you too. Or I thought I did. None of it made sense.
— Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor (via compelledbybooks)
But I must admit I miss you quite terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept.
—Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via acynicalcunt)
Nobody knows you.
You don’t know yourself.
And I, who am half in love with you,
What am I in love with?
My own imaginings?
—D.H. Lawrence, Complete Poems of D. H. Lawrence (via serialstranger)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
