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cry for days
It just came back into print and is wonderful, everyone should read VC Andrews, someone murder me they’re so good.
I raised my arms, and began to gyrate my hips.
“Rock ‘n roll, Chris, you’ve got to learn how. Listen to the beat, let go, and learn to swivel your hips like Elvis. Come on, half-close your eyes, look sleepy, sexy, and pout your lips, for if you don’t, no girl is ever going to love you.”
“Then no girl is ever going to love me.”
That’s the way he said it, dead flat, and dead serious. He would never let anyone force him to do anything that didn’t fit his image of himself, and in a way I liked him for being what he was, strong, resolute, determined to be his own person, even if his kind of person had long ago gone out of style. My Sir Christopher, the knight gallant.
Flowers in the Attic, VC Andrews (via mildmilotic)
“You’ve got me pinned to the wall and labeled as yours until the day I die. And if you die first, then it won’t be long before I follow.”
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At the end of the rainbow waited the pot of gold. But rainbows were made of faint and fragile gossamer -and gold weighed a ton- and since the world began, gold was the reason to do most anything.
V.C. Andrews, Flowers In The Attic (via harmie-dont-play-dat)
I feel like a flower hungry for the nourishment of the sun, a flower withering in a closet. Soon I will be dried and dead and you can press me into the pages of a book.
Alicia. Garden of Shadows, V. C. Andrews (via silenceofthegraham)
Like any woman stupidly believing in love, I never realized that the blue sky I saw was not the warm, soft, nurturing sky of spring, but the cold, chilling, lonely sky of winter.
Garden of Shadows, V. C. Andrews (via silenceofthegraham)
