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
I love the idea of tasting like hope x.
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