They told her not to go into the woods. They told her it wasn’t safe. “The Wolf lives in the woods,” they said. But their protests only encouraged her. She wanted the danger the Wolf would bring. She needed it.
At dusk one Autumn evening she headed toward the tree line, toward the wolf. She drew the hood of her red cape to hide her face from the prying eyes of passersby. As she entered the woods, her heart began to race, and a smile small lifted the corners of her mouth. This was what she had been waiting for.
She wandered farther into the woods, not bothering to keep track of where she was. The wind rustled through the dead and dying leaves, lifting her cape away from her. She began to grow cold.
And then, behind her, a twig snapped. She remained where she was, completely still, unmoving, her heart pounding in her ears. Suddenly she felt a hot breath at the exposed part of her neck. Her own breathing sped up.
“You shouldn’t be here,” the Wolf growled enticingly. “That’s precisely why I came,” she whispered, barely able to make her voice heard, even though the wind had died down. The Wolf chuckled knowingly.
Minutes passed in silence but for the sound of their breathing. The Wolf was calm, but she was excited, intoxicated by his proximity. Finally she turned to face the Wolf. They were so close her skin itched. “Well don’t you just look delicious,” the Wolf grinned. “My, what big teeth you have,” she replied. “All the better to eat you with,” the Wolf said as he licked his lips.
With that she leaned in closer, covering what little space was left between them. Growling again, the Wolf lowered her to the ground. Her red cape was borne away on the wind, and she howled in ecstasy as the Wolf devoured her.
“The one thing which we seek with insatiable desire is to forget ourselves, to be surprised out of our propriety, to lose our sempiternal memory and to do something without knowing how or why; in short to draw a new circle. Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. The way of life is wonderful. It is by abandonment.”—R.W. Emerson, Circles (via invisiblestories)
“In Arab popular traditions, there’s a belief that if a manuscript were to be submerged in water and its ink were to dissolve, drinking the water would transform the knowledge contained in that manuscript into the body of the drinker and become part of the body’s system.”—Anton Shammas, “The Drowned Library” (via nelmezzodelcammin)
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You've said girls should embrace their curves. Why did you think it important to make that statement?
When I was playing Mystique in X-Men, I remember thinking, If I'm going to be naked in paint in front of the entire world, I'm going to look like a woman. I'm going to have curves and have boobs and have a butt. Because girls are going to look at that, and if I look like a scarecrow, they are going to think, Oh, that's normal. It's not normal. I'm just so sick of these young girls with diets. I remember when I was 13 and it was cool to pretend to have an eating disorder because there were rumors that Lindsay Lohan and Nicole Richie were anorexic. I thought it was crazy. I went home and told my mom, "Nobody's eating bread--I just had to finish everyone's burgers". I think it's really important for girls to have people to look up to and feel good about themselves.