Nov
13th
2018
We are bruised, we are broken, but we are Goddess-blessed works of art · 6:41pm Nov 13th, 2018
Now I am two - myself, and this other you call 'my lady'. For she is here as truly as I am now, though once she was only a veil over me. She walks in the castle, she dresses herself, she takes her meals, and she thinks her own thoughts. If she has no power to heal, or to quiet, still she has another magic. - from Peter S. Beagle's The Last Unicorn
