red toenails
Nothing irrevocable had yet been spoken, but there was only the barest margin of safety left them; each of them moving delicately along the outskirts of an open question, and, once spoke, such a question--as "Do you love me?" --could never be answered or forgotten.
I read The Haunting of Hill House (by Shirley Jackson) this week and it was such a dreamy and beautiful story, I loved it so much. I was surprised at how quickly the characters grew on me and I really dug the weird sort of undefined horror throughout. :)
Originally posted at: http://velshtein.dreamwidth.org/148889.html
I read The Haunting of Hill House (by Shirley Jackson) this week and it was such a dreamy and beautiful story, I loved it so much. I was surprised at how quickly the characters grew on me and I really dug the weird sort of undefined horror throughout. :)
Originally posted at: http://velshtein.dreamwidth.org/148889.html