Rome’s fingerprints are running down your back; I want to build you an empire that forgets to collapse.
Y.Z, a letter to love (via rustyvoices)
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Cosmic Funnies
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Rome’s fingerprints are running down your back; I want to build you an empire that forgets to collapse.
Y.Z, a letter to love (via rustyvoices)
READ IN 2017 » ONE OF US IS LYING by KAREN M. MCMANUS
ya lit meme: [1/10] series or books
↳ vampire academy, richelle mead
If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the difference between dreaming and waking.
READ IN 2017 → Simon vs the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli
So here’s the thing: Simon means “the one who hears” and Spier means “the one who watches.” Which means I was basically destined to be nosy.
Dess took a deep breath, feeling a rush of relief now that the proclamation had been made. It was sort of like being the first astronomer to spot one of those big dinosaur-extermination-sized asteroids on its way toward Earth. Sure, this was majorly unpleasant news for everyone, including Dess personally, but at least she got to announce it.
-scott westerfeld
Perhaps bravery is simply the face humanity wraps around its collective madness.
books in 2017 30⁄? ➵ gemina | tome topple #3 part of a series
“ U N S E T T L I N G, N O ? “
That Perseus always won. That’s why my mom had named me after him, even though he was a son of Zeus and I was a son of Poseidon. The original Perseus was one of the only heroes in the Greek myths who got a happy ending. The others died—betrayed, mauled, mutilated, poisoned, or cursed by the gods. My mom hoped I would inherit Perseus’s luck. Judging by how my life was going so far, I wasn’t real optimistic.
The fear of not living is a deep, abiding dread of watching your own potential decompose into irredeemable disappointment when ‘should be’ gets crushed by what is. Sometimes I think it would be easier to die than to face that, because ‘what could have been’ is much more highly regarded than ‘what should have been.’ Dead kids are put on pedestals, but mentally ill kids get hidden under the rug.
In Other Lands by @sarahreesbrennan
“I don’t have a special table,” Elliot protested.
“Uh, you, the murderous, man-hating elf girl, and the intense gay kid?” asked the medic. “You’re the weirdo table.”
there’s a scattering of stars underneath your ribcage; it sings the song of heartache with the way they attempt to restitch the constellations across your chest, from where the hurt tore you into pieces.
aoife k.| the theory of the stars
the raven king (2016)
book aesthetics: Mafiosa (Blood For Blood #3) by Catherine Doyle
“But allowing yourself to be vulnerable does not make you weak, it makes you strong. It makes you brave. And most importantly, it gives you more to live for.’ He made the shape of a gun with his thumb and forefinger, and pointed it at an imaginary target behind me. ‘It is hardest to kill the man who has the most to live for.’ He took a pretendshot. ‘The empty, the soulless, the hate-filled enemies drop like flies. Those who love, and love hard, are the ones left standing.”
show me your face i crave flowers and gardens open your lips i crave the taste of honey
Rumi, excerpt of How Long (tr. by Nader Khalili)
And how did Jason feel, his choices made, his children lost, his wives, crumbled? Did he long for the stormy sea then? Did he miss the stories that came with misadventure? There is no victory here - no Gods outsmarted, no wars won, no wits tested just two small graves and a poison dress that was a two sizes too small. He died under the prow of his ship the weight of the past crushing him as he slept. Did he dream of giants?
Jason (a.v.p) (via masquerabiandays)
“Love is a force unto itself, sayyidi. For love, people consider the unthinkable.. and often achieve the impossible.“ - The Wrath and the Dawn, Renée Ahdieh
“Wow,“ Thalia muttered. “Apollo is hot.” “He’s the sun god,” I said. “That’s not what I meant.”