wine through water

they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind

— emily bronte / wuthering heights

their childhood traumas changed them in ways that made them perfect for each other.

'with that obedience, crawled in a sort of terror that people can be the center of your existence, then leave and become nothing at all like itself anymore—warbly and skewed. she had the unsettling idea that this craziness was the real world and the sensible, still one was the illusion.'

beyond beauty

average tiffany discovers her strengths despite growing up in a family of beauties

'stand up straight, angela. you have a lot to be proud of. as soon as the door shut, angela hunched her shoulders forward again. she had a problem. she had two big problems. “too big for my age,” she thought and zipped her padded jacket up to her neck with not an ounce of pride.

my sister never stood tall because she was hiding what was supposed to be her pride and joy according to mom: two matured, well-rounded breasts. hardly anyone in her class had them, and no one had them this large. she hated how their bouncy weight made it impossible to play jump rope and embarrassing to participate in any p.e. activity. she would gladly give up one to get rid of the other as well.'