jessica

You could rattle the stars," she whispered. "You could do anything, if only you dared.

[academic-vampire]

𝔥𝔢’𝔰 𝔞 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠

[academic-vampire]

𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔶

[academic-vampire]

𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔢

[academic-vampire]

𝔠𝔬𝔷𝔶 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢

[vivienaaren]

“I have never found the companion who was so companionable as solitude.” - Henry David Thoreau

[academiaatitsfinest]

Has it feet like Water lilies?

Has it feathers like a Bird?

Is it brought from famous countries

Of which I have never heard?

— Emily Dickinson

[academiaatitsfinest]

Crumbling is not an instant's Act

A fundamental pause

Dilapidation's processes

Are organized Decays.

— Emily Dickinson

[academiaatitsfinest]

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

— Edgar Allan Poe

[reveuseinflorence]

rainy days of study and hustle

[echoesofsil-ence]

But then they were inside her rooms, and then at her bedroom door, and he paused as she took his hand to lead him in. “Are you sure?”

She lifted a hand to his face, exploring every curve and freckle that had become so impossibly precious to her. She had waited once before— waited with Sam, and then it had been too late. But now, there was no doubt, no shred of fear or uncertainty, as if every moment between her and Chaol had been a step in a dance that had led to this threshold.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” she told him. His eyes blazed with hunger that matched her own, and she kissed him again, tugging him into her bedroom. He let her pull him, not breaking the kiss as he kicked the door shut behind them.

And then there was only them, and skin against skin, and when they reached that moment when there was nothing more between them at all, Celaena kissed Chaol deeply and gave him everything she had.

[academiaatitsfinest]

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:  Out of a misty dream  Our path emerges for a while, then closes  Within a dream.

— Ernest Dowson

[academiaatitsfinest]

A throe upon the features- A hurry in the breath - An ecstasy of parting Denominated "Death" - — Emily Dickinson

[academiaatitsfinest]

One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I - for it - would pay- My Soul's entire income- In ceaseless - salary -

— Emily Dickinson

[cherryinfrenzy]

Coffee chaos and rain.

A forever mood

(Pictures from Pinterest)

[echoesofsil-ence]

We’ll never be a normal boy and girl, will we?” she managed to say.

“No,” he breathed, eyes blazing. “We won’t.”

And then the music exploded around them, and Chaol took her with it, spinning her so that her cloak fanned out around her. Each step was flawless, lethal, like that first time they’d sparred together so many months ago. She knew his every move and he knew hers, as though they’d been dancing this waltz together all their lives. Faster, never faltering, never breaking her stare.

The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.

[zagrebinaa]

[threeamserif]

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