The details scattered like seeds across the portraits. She has never had a family, and now she has a tree.
Every object had a shatter point, a limitation to its tensile strength. Apply enough force, and it would break.
Art is about ideas. And ideas are wilder than memories. They're like weeds, always finding their way up.
Please tell me this is easier to take off than it was to put on.”Calla raised a brow. “You do not think Master Kell knows how?
You are whoever they want you to be.You are more then enough, because you are not real.You are perfect, because you don't exist.(Not you.)(Never you.)