You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus.
You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.
(Source: franztheme15, via dearbrigan)
A house of women now. Bitter old women with a taste for blood. Women do not forget. Women do not forgive.
(Source: tyaene, via thelineswritteninwater)
A child’s voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who’ve forgotten how to listen.
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