Karina Halle

“You’re Hanna Heikkinen,” he says. “Fairy girl, little bird. And Daughter of the Sun.”

Daughter of the Sun.

First we stand up, then we fall down

We have to move forward, before we drown

Life is too short to read a book that you know you won’t like.

What I did understand was that I needed him to be mine.

I should have said no. Why didn’t I say no?

Everybody on this green and blue earth thinks they’re perfect, and that’s no way to live. I think there’s a bit of peace given to you when you accept who and what you are.

she looked like she belonged to the darkness, like a goddess of some forgotten religion.

like a maelstrom at sea.

God Almighty, she is the moon and I am the tides. I feel my resolve begin to slip away as her eyes pull me in.

I want to be consumed, but only by him.