Mademoiselle La Clope Des Voeux

Matilda Grace

She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.

—Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone

(Source: h-o-r-n-g-r-y, via slutgarden)