“The people who came to the little, bright blue house at 300 Fox Way didn’t mind the imprecise nature of their fortunes. It became a game, a challenge, to realize the exact moment that the predictions came true.”

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“The people who came to the little, bright blue house at 300 Fox Way didn’t mind the imprecise nature of their fortunes. It became a game, a challenge, to realize the exact moment that the predictions came true.”
ley lines and chill
#10 minutes into ley lines and chill and he murders u with ur skateboard (via x)
Onward and upward.
the gangsey as jaden smith tweets
Adam: Most Trees Are Blue
Gansey: When I Die Then You Will Realize
Ronan: School Is The Tool To Brainwash The Youth
Blue: How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real
Noah: "It's Your Birthday" Mateo Said. I Didn't Respond. "Are You Not Excited To Be 15" He Asked. Reading My Book I Uttered "I Turned 15 Long Ago"
maggie stiefvater: gansey is going to die
me: why the fuck u lyiin why u always lyin mmm oh my god stop fuckin lyinn
ronan lynch is so unbearably embarrassing. i have a crush on my friend??? i’m just gonna mimic his accent in a high pitched voice!!! i have issues with my brother?? i’ll just fight him in a restaurant parking lot!!!!
the raven cycle aesthetics:
blue sargent: the trail of smoke from a candle wick, ripped stockings, sunlight breaking through trees as you drive past, lipstick left on a glass, the aroma when you open a spice cabinet, that song in a coffeehouse you wish you knew the words to
richard gansey: laughter lines, circling a note twice, hopping over the gap between the platform and the train, exact change, newspapers shuffling in the wind, turning a key in a lock
ronan lynch: tossing a battered shirt to the floor, squinting against the sun, the sound of a shovel against stone, scraped knees, drumming fingers, biting your tongue, branches grazing against bare skin
noah czerny: snow sticking to your eyelashes, a bird taking flight out of the corner of your eye, gauzy curtains, a favorite t-shirt, sipping water on a warm day, the in-betweenness before falling asleep
adam parrish: swirling dust motes in a sun beam, a metallic scent lingering to fingers, a feather in the grass, a bare lightbulb hanging in a room, stretching your arms when you wake up, popping a tab on a can of soda
she had drifted toward the bedroom, on her way to have a bath or take a nap or start a war.
Ronan l o v e d it so much. He nearly couldn’t bear it. He wanted to destroy something.
In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys. Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves
What happened was they drove to Harry’s and parked the Camaro next to an Audi and a Lexus and Gansey ordered flavors of gelato until the table wouldn’t hold any more bowls and Ronan convinced the staff to turn the overhead speakers up and Blue laughed for the first time at something Gansey said and they were loud and triumphant and kings of Henrietta, because they’d found the ley line and because it was starting, it was starting.
the raven cycle + things
Blue had known her entire life that she was a rarity. And it was nice to be useful. But it wasn’t enough. It was not, her soul thought, something more.
she wasn’t interested in telling other people’s futures. she was interested in going out and finding her own.
book covers - the raven cycle, by maggie stiefvater
He was so real. When it finally happened, when she finally saw him, it didn’t feel like magic at all.
It felt like looking into the grave and seeing it look back at her.
He fell to his knees — a soundless gesture for a boy with no real body. One hand splayed in the dirt, fingers pressed to the ground.
“Blue,” he warned, but his voice was chaotic. This close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat,
and Gansey,
just Gansey.