I’m sorry that you met me.
Good girls, Hannah came to understand, did not ask why. They did not even wonder it in their most private thoughts.
When She Woke, by Hillary Jordan. (via janesif)
And yet no one accused men of being improper or of encouraging sin by reminding women of what hung between their legs. She looked at herself in the mirror, irritated suddenly by the double standard. This was how her body was made. The fact that it was well made and encased in a pair of blue jeans didn’t mean that she was inviting anything.
When She Woke - Hillary Jordan (via thestarkinwinterfell)
I feel strange, like there’s an unformed, unfinished, sad little emotion bottled up in me, and I need to fuck it away.
Carolyn Crane, Double Cross (via perfect)