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stella // 20 // she-wolf. when i grow up i want to be keira knightley.

[antigonick]

Inside her pulses something huge, something full of longing, something unafraid.

Anthony Doerr, All The Light We Cannot See (via henrydear)

[dreammetheworld]

“Such is the quandary when it comes to magic, that it is not an issue of strength but of balance. For too little power, and we become weak. Too much, and we become something else entirely.”

                                                    —TIEREN SERENSE, head priest of the London Sanctuary

[lushcola]

T H E   R A V E N   C Y C L E  by maggie stiefvater

the raven boys   -   the dream thieves   -   blue lily, lily blue

[archivalslut]

I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell.

- The Secret History (Donna Tartt)

[colleenwing]

[breathtakingqueens]

“I love singing live, actually. And I’m dying to sing in a role, whether it’s in a musical or a biographical film about a singer. It’s always been one of my aspirations.”

[baesargent]

“Sometimes, some rare times, a secret stays undiscovered because it is something too big for the mind to hold. It is too strange, too vast, too terrifying to contemplate. All of us have secrets in our lives. We’re keepers or keptfrom, players or played. Secrets and cockroaches — that’s what will be left at the end of it all.”

[argonauticae]

There’s this process by which anything girls love becomes disdainful, cliched, sad, in a way that the things boys love never do. Boys can love pulp SF and westerns and comic books, and they become greater, they become epics and serious films and graphic novels. But for every girl who ever loved Sylvia Plath in high school, for every one who watched that crocus of a girl slipping away into the earth and saw herself, there is a invisible choir of derisive laughter, there is an instant satire of that love - just another one of those sad, dirty girls, another goth girl who thinks she’s special, how can anyone bear that emo poetry, how can anyone take a girl seriously who loves Morgan le Fay and Persephone and ankh-wearing Death, just like all the other girls?

My Dinner With Persephone, Catherynne Valente (via abraxasmalfoy)

[stefansalvatored]

Get To Know Me ♡ TV Shows [7/20]

Orphan Black (2013) “Look. So this spiral, this is the golden ratio and it’s a mathematical pattern that just repeats itself in nature… in flower petals and honey bees and, you know, the stars in the galaxy and… and in every molecule of our DNA.”

[danascvllys-deactivated20160606]

Raven Cycle Meme: [3/5] Characters: Ronan Lynch

He was brother to a liar and brother to an angel, son of a dream and son of a dreamer

[dreammetheworld]

What a strange, shifting person he was. The Gansey who turned to her now was a world away from the lofty boy she’d first met. Without any hesitation, she stretched her arms around his neck. Who was this Blue? She felt bigger than her body. High as the stars. He leaned toward her—her heart spun again—and pressed his cheek against hers. His lips didn’t touch her skin, but she felt his breath, hot and uneven, on her face. His fingers splayed on either side of her spine. Her lips were so close to his jaw that she felt his hint of stubble at the end of them. It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.

Oh, help, she thought. Help, help, help.

[dreammetheworld]

Cousin—that had been his most beloved title. Cousin, kin, protector. Those were the secret names he harbored deep within, the names he whispered to himself when the northern wind was shrieking through the Staghorns. Sometimes that wind sounded like the screams of his people being led to the butchering blocks. And sometimes it sounded like Aelin—Aelin, whom he had loved, who should have been his queen, and to whom he would have one day sworn the blood oath.

happy birthday scarlett

[kalewestfall]

The Raven Cycle Meme: 1 of 4 characters: Noah Czerny

His skin was pale as parchment and his eyes were shadowed and unspecific, as they always were after dark. There was the ubiquitous smudge on his face, only now, it looked like dirt or blood, or possibly like a hollow, his bones crushed beneath his skin.

[facinaoris]

I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

[peterkavinsky]

A Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab

“Are you afraid of dying? Holland had asked him in the alley.  And Kell was. Had always been, ever since he could remember. He feared not living, feared ceasing to exist. Lila’s world may believe in Heaven and Hell, but his believed in dust. He was taught early that magic reclaimed magic, and earth reclaimed earth, the two dividing when the body died, the person they had combined to be simply forfeit, lost.  Nothing lasted. Nothing remained.”

[oikawas]

“You and I are nothing but wild beasts wearing human skins.”

[snoozey]

i can’t get over flustered ronan

ronan talkin all casual when adam accidentally brushes against him and suddenly he is a stuttering mess and stumbling all over his words 

ronan feeling adam looking at him and picking at his fingernails to try to ignore his increased heart rate and warm cheeks

adam’s leg touching his when they’re the pig and he can’t move away because he’s squashed against noah on the other side. he turns his face away so adam can’t see how pink his cheeks are and his fists are clenched on his knees. noah smirks at him

adam dozes off at nino’s one night and he ends up leaning on ronan’s shoulder and ronan is Screaming internally whilst trying to keep a straight face. he is blushing profusely and staring down the wall in front of him

ronan lying on the floor at st agnes not asleep whilst adam is. adam moves in his sleep and his hand falls off the bed right in front of ronan’s face. ronan is definitely not thinking about holding it