The heads were all around her. She touched one, curious, wondering if it was real. Her fingertips brushed a massive jaw. It felt real enough. The bone was smooth beneath her hand, cold and hard to the touch. She ran her fingers down a tooth, black and sharp, a dagger made of darkness. It made her shiver.
"We don’t need to be friends. We’re family."
Stoker (2013) for ashleybensons
I smile, and I smile, and I smile.
"Maybe this time, maybe this time I’ll win"
Something really weird just happened at the train station.I saw a girl kill herself.