something to ease my will.

natalie. seventeen. i like pretty words.

-- "she was not a girl who could be "won" in the kinetic sense--she was proof against cleverness, she was proof against charm; if any of these assailed her too strongly she would immediately resolve the affair to a physical basis, and under the magic of her physical splendor the strong as well as the brilliant played her game and not their own. she was entertained only by the gratification of her desires and by the direct exercise of her own charm. perhaps from so much youthful love, so many youthful lovers, she had come, in self-defense, to nourish herself wholly from within."

"if she loves you, if she really loves you, you’ll know it. if you can wake up to her staring at you and it’s not even mildly creepy, if you catch her smelling the shoulder of the hooded sweatshirt you lent her for an autumn walk at the beach, and not for b.o., if she makes you a pancake in the shape of a shark, if she calls you drunkenly at four in the morning “to talk,” if she laughs at your jokes when they’re funny and makes fun of you when they’re not, if she keeps her fridge stocked with guinness tallboys for when you come over, if she tells you how she wishes she were closer to her sister and that her dad makes her sad: she loves you, of course she loves you."

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