Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?
You are iron.
And you are strong.
I babysit for a girl who used to think her mom’s name was “my love” because her dad said it so often to her.
lovely ladies asking me about my horrible wound: I THINK it happened when I drank water too fast and a bubble of air was so big it expanded (and therefore cracked) my esophagus right above my stomach. ohhhhh goddd the horror.
and Anna, that does suck. fie on those lying Scouts!