I am a Stardust Sorcerer, colour-bursting Indian. I ride giant black cats
through the velvet sky. I roll around in the dirt and cover my Moon-skin and Sun-freckled
body in grass and flowers. I enjoy messy hair and long eyelashes. I enjoy boys and
blood. I want to speak with the Trees, I want to fly on bat wings, I want to kiss
Peter Pan. I am a lost boy, I am a werewolf with charm, a vampire with poetry on my tongue. I am a story teller. I am The Bloody Prince, and I am searching for my twin.
" Nothing happened. And everything did. Your whole life you can be told something is wrong and so you believe it. Why should you question it? But then slowly seeds are planted inside of you, one by one, by a touch or a look or a day skateboarding in a park, and they start to burst out of old hulls’ shells and they start to sprout. And pretty soon there are so many of them. They are named Love and Trust and Kindness and Joy and Desire and Wonder and Spirit and Soulmate. They grow into a garden so dense and thick that it starts to invade your brain where the old things you were once told are dying." -Wasteland by Francesca Lia Block (via dreamslow)