LE CIEL COULE SUR MES MAINS

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“Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging at your back and running its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do—the only thing—is run.”

— Lauren Oliver, Delirium (via the-book-diaries)

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If you're going to do something, darling, then do it all the way.

Emma McLaughlin (via quotemadness)

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Those who do not move do not notice their chains.

Rose Luxemburg (via quotemadness)

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The greatest lie ever told about love is that it sets you free.

Zadie Smith (via quotemadness)

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Life contains two tragedies. One is not to get your heart’s desire; the other is to get it.

Socrates (via quotemadness)

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Some people believe holding on and hanging in there are signs of great strength. However, there are times when it takes much more strength to know when to let go and then do it.

Ann Landers (via quotemadness)

[gysahlkush]

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Of course if he wanted to escape, he could do so. The prison was, after all, his own heart.

Haruki Murakami (via quotemadness)

[robvalentines]

Ashe // requested by @themadtaitan

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If only my heart were as cold as I pretend it is, maybe I could get over this.

Jessica Katoff (via quotemadness)

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I fear you close by; I love you far away.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via quotemadness)

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There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.

Jack Kerouac (via quotemadness)

[yunas]

Fran icons [requested by +]

[vivisucre]

[yesterdaysprint]

[yesterdaysprint]

The Bridgeport Post, Connecticut, May 28, 1951

[itsbalthier]

"my hands are already stained with blood. I see little reason to stay them now."

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“How wax poetic,” Balthier sneers at the Fae. “Have you been spiriting away my Lord Avon plays while I haven’t been looking?”

Nevertheless he takes the creature’s sentiment with weight; Axel’s lifespan far surpasses his and was forged in a realm beyond Balthier’s wildest imagination, try though he may to conjure such a place in his mind, and there is little reason to write off anything Axel says…no matter how ridiculous. Balthier regards the redhead peering moodily into his fireplace, and tilts his head.

“I’m not familiar with the laws or lack thereof whence you came,” he says, calculative, “but in this world, need I remind you that murder is often frowned upon.” Though these mountains, he thinks, hold many secrets. 

He kicks his feet back on the pelt-covered footrest and sighs. “Try to be a little more creative in your conniving little scheme against the humes who’ve wronged you. Surely between yourself and Vaan you can figure a way to get your petty revenge without mottling the snow with blood.”