I ate too much today..
I was doing fine; had a small breakfast and lunch. But when I got to work my boss had me try a cookie she made. Then after a small dinner, I ate like half a bag of teddy grahams. I hate myself. I hate this feeling.
She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.
-Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bones (via expeditum)