The Shape Of Water -

She had finally become the thing she’d always been:

He pressed his mouth to the place where her voice used to live, and for the first time, she didn’t need to speak. The Shape of Water

Water doesn’t ask. It fills every space it’s given. That’s how she loved him: without translation, without permission. She had finally become the thing she’d always

Water, learning to love its own reflection. and for the first time