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if i look back, i am lost
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// Hudson Vega //
“I’ll never make you choose, Grace. How could I when I know that you’d never choose me?”
Hudson Vega lives rent free in my head
rereading crush after finishing charm and im screaming crying throwing up … my heart is broken for hudson
June 10, 1931 Journals of Anais Nin 1927-1931 [volume 4]
Fourth Wing Spoiler!!
“Stay with the Wingleader,” was so “Stay with the High Lord” coded
Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs - on the probabilities. || Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros
Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?
Book: Fourth Wing. Author: Rebecca Yarros.
God bless the spice in this book, but their mat scene is making me blush just as fucking hard the second time around.
Xaden from Fourth Wing is extremely Azriel coded
“I chose the chance of death over the certainty.” || Wingleader || Xaden Riorson || Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros
pastel planets, bright stars, suave men, old books fragrance
If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading
𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟷𝟽, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟻 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: March 17. Harassed by noise. END ID]
And he looked at her the way she’d looked at the moon; with a longing he had yet to understand
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