“And Yet My Heart Is Buried With You In The Strange Soil Of The Mortal World, As It Was Drowned With

I think it's beautiful how so many people still live their lives like they care about the small, yet meaningful things. Like they read books and drink tea and love making art and look after a garden and listen to old songs on repeat and never move past a 'phase' and talk to birds and admire the sky even though it's the same everyday and watch movies till they remember the dialogues and write letters to the people they love and collect rocks and dance with their windows open and overdress to every occasion and pretend and wish and-

Romance is dead except for whatever that nerdy dirty-mouthed perfectionist aspiring American politician and blonde haplessly romantic Hufflepuff British poet prince had going on.....

Thinking about how Will Herondale scorned A Tale of Two Cities, but started loving it because of Tessa. HE ENVIED SYDNEY CARTON???? BECAUSE HE COULD TELL LUCIE OF HIS LOVE FOR HER??? EVEN IF THE ONLY THING HE COULD DO TO PROVE HIS LOVE WAS TO DIE???

and how Will would have died for a chance to tell Tessa that he loved her. HE THOUGHT SYDNEY WAS FREE, AND HE WISHED FOR THAT SORT OF FREEDOM.

“Everyone finds different lessons in stories, I suppose, but here’s one: Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway. It doesn’t matter if the boy with the heart of stone was the villain. It doesn’t matter if he got what he deserved. No one’s heart has to remain stone.”

~Holly Black, Hthkoelths

But wasn’t that what every girl dreamed? That she’d wake and find herself a princess? Or blessed with magical powers and a grand destiny? Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.

Inej Ghafa, The Crooked Kingdom

He looks up at me with his night-colored eyes, beautiful and terrible all at once. “For a moment,” he says, “I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me.”

I make a face at him. “And what made you decide it wasn’t?”

He grins up at me. “They missed.” 

~Holly Black, The Wicked King

“Kaltain,” her uncle rumbled, a demand and a threat and a promise.

The silent young woman—the one who never spoke, who never looked at anything, who had such marks on her. Elide had seen her only a few times. Had seen how little she responded. Or fought back.

And then Elide was walking up the stairs.

Up and up, making sure her chains clanked as loudly as possible. Her uncle fell silent.

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW BRAVE ELIDE WAS EVEN WHEN SHE WAS POWERLESS SHE STILL USED HER WITS TO STAND UP FOR PEOPLE I LOVE HER OMG.

I don't like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush.

~ Taylor swift, Evermore.

Happy pride month to Loki and only Loki<33

Good morning I am still not over that Loki is the first major character in the MCU to be confirmed canonically queer on screen.

thinking about how AARON. ALWAYS. FELL. IN. LOVE. WITH. HER. every single time.