|—||From In the Woods by Tana French (via felicefawn)|
I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn’t find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.
She’s the kind of girl a guy meets when he’s too young, and he fucks up because there’s too much living to do. But later he realizes she’s perfect.
Whimsical abandoned house in Nova Scotia, Canada Old photo taken by a friend.
I really want to visit Nova Scotia
the only aisle i’ll be walking down is the alcohol section of my local grocery store
holy fuck it’s colder than my soul out here