She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking. Angela Carter, “The Lady of the House of Love” from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories (via mirroir)
Gonna make these in the future if I have kids ^^
I hope he learned a lesson from this.