"The garden was combing her hair and putting on her earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male, not female but both, two lovers in one body. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through their leather covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You caught my heart in your hands like a leaping fish."
10th February 12
Wasteland by Francesca Lia Block (via thechocolatebrigade)
