Ask her what she craved, and she’d get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom. Not being bought and sold by some idiot employer, not having the moments of her days valued in fractions of a dollar by somebody other than herself.

a diamond bullet and a gun made of gold
she was covered in blood, last seen in San Francisco

(Source: howtotrainyouralpha, via ramblesandcigarettes)