the narrative

i read books and cry over them

[spidaerman]

To all my black followers and friends, stay safe.

Also, I would like to add that black lives have always mattered, will always matter.

It’s awful that we even have to say that because it should be a given. However, we need to say it loud and clear for the racists.

We cannot be silent. 

[diaffodil]

“they love each other so much that they don’t know what to do.” 

[diaffodil]

tonight, if i reach my hand to yours

can you hold that hand?

i'll become you

you just have to look at my galaxies

be showered with all those stars

i'll give you my world

the lights illuminating your eyes -- they're the me of now

you're my boy, my boy

my boy, my boy, my boy

- inner child by v (kim taehyung)

[watson-emma]

[margotsrobbie-deactivated202402]

If books do have the power to bring people together, this one may work its magic. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (2018) dir. Mike Newell

[nessa007]

[diaffodil]

“careful, matt.”

“what’s that?”

“keep going like this, you just might end up happy.”

- marvel’s daredevil (2016)

[diaffodil]

kell returned the kiss. deepened it. that current of magic like a spark across her lips.

and then his arms were folding around her, and in that small gesture, she understood, felt it down to her bones, that draw, not the electric pulse of power but the thing beneath it, the weight she’d never understood. in a world where everything rocked and swayed and fell away, this was solid ground.

safe. 

her heart was beating hard against her ribs, some primal part of her saying run, and she was running, just not away. she was tired of running away. so she was running into kell.  

- a conjuring of light by v.e. schwab 

[diaffodil]

he too had an emptiness - a ruined space - inside, a hollowness that no amount of activity could fill. he’d admitted this when i spoke to him, the real him, in the prison tunnels. it would keep driving him on. he would never stop; he would keep taking risks, tackling the hated enemy, protecting the people he worked with, the ones he cared for. and if i were one of those... 

- the hollow boy by jonathan stroud 

[diaffodil]

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.

- crooked kingdom by leigh bardugo