f i r e h e a r t

books, myth, poetry, aes.

[acotardaily]

F E Y R E   A R C H E R O N ; 

no one was my master, but i might be master of everything, if i wished. if i dared

[royalrory-deactivated20230620]

Vatican Museums (Part 1)- Rome, July 2015

[emmaharwoods]

literature family→ zoya nazyalensky for @daji​

i am a soldier of the second army. this is where i belong.

want one?

[hecstia]

books read in 2019 → tower of dawn by sarah j. maas

“A gift from a queen who had seen another woman in hell and thought to reach back a hand. With no thought of it ever being returned. A moment of kindness, a tug on a thread.”

[andrumedas]

Six Dangerous Outcasts, One Impossible Heist.

[sapientiea]

“What is infinite? The universe and the greed of men.” ~ Siege and Storm (The Grisha Trilogy) by Leigh Bardugo

[rotblut]

Now here is a riddle to guess if you can, sing the bells of Notre Dame: What makes a monster and what makes a man?

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996)

[imanes]

me: *pushes ppl away before they have a chance to hurt me*

me: damb why is everyone ignoring me

[chandelyer-deactivated20241003]

Heaven Gaia spring 2020 rtw

[pleoros]

[theartfuldodger26]

The only problematic thing with e-books is that after I’ve finished them I can’t put them on my trophy shelf, like a serial killer. 

[graecian-archive]

Where do you live? . . . A place made for leaving.

[catlaila]

she looked like a saint. delicate bones, glossy black hair, perfect skin. all she needed was a halo.

for @zoya-nazyalensky​ ✰

[rinkitay]

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 wore crowns. we learn to wring magic from the ordinary. [insp.]

[bleebug]

the worst thing about being a writer is the writing

[impowderblue]

wonderland → death by a thousand cuts

[dailytsc]

“What about you, little girl? You going to be a Shadowhunter like your dad?“ Clary tried to hide her annoyance. “No,” she said. “I’m going to be a Shadowhunter, but I’m not going to be like my father. And my name’s Clarissa, but you can call me Clary.” The elevator came to a stop; the doors slid open. The warlock woman’s blue eyes rested on Clary for a moment. “Oh, I know your name,” she said. “Clarissa Morgenstern. Little girl who stopped a big war.”