Thank goodness for the wisdom of older sisters. A sourceless wind had picked up, blowing her brown hair around her face. Green glowing runes lit the warped floorboards beneath her feet and the moonlight streaming in through the large gothic rose window turned deep red. Yet Cassie paid attention to none of it, absorbed as she was in the dusty, leather bound tome she’d found her in the attic. She didn’t realize she was chanting, she didn’t realize her eyes had turned the blue o

unapologetically linguistically longing - by hil hoover we all have our vices.  if you think you can sit there  working on your third cigarette of the day,  your second cup of coffee,  your poker game, your toxic relationship,  your unmade bed,  your collection of useless things that you’ll never throw out just in case  and give me any kind of life advice,  you don’t know me at all. i made myself a promise not  to have any regrets when  my life was over and so far  i’m sticki