There was once a girl so quiet, she ceased to exist. It was the stale crescendo of suburban summer. Molten mornings unfolded into golden afternoons. Each day was indistinguishable from the last. Outside, kids from school were biking to the abandoned lot behind the high school or drinking beers knee-deep in the neighborhood creek’s sauntering waters. Skipping stones as the current tugged at their bare legs and drying their browning skin in the grassy bank’s tall weeds.
You paint Violet's world so prettily
This fucked me up but in a good way !
Beautifully written
Sugar vs granulated sugar?
granulated white sugar in both instances! the first portion is for the dough, the rest is for the violet sugar. <3