eternal hiatus @kingarin - Tumblr Blog

hi everyone i’m basically never using this blog again bc uhhh i never use tumblr and i unfollowed practically everyone so you probably want to unfollow me too bc there’s going to be literally no point in following me. bc i’m never posting again k bye

swansfairy-deactivated20190523

“I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don’t want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.”

— Charles de Lint. ♡

sabrinafairs

“I adore fairy stories. And I still have the wistful spirit of a child that listens wide-eyed to the marvellous tales told over and over during long winter evenings.”

— Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

thatbluebox

“So the Herrani thought his face held the mad delight of a warrior at the sight of battle. He let them believe it. You are the god of lies, Kestrel had said. He looked at his people and smiled, and the smile was a lie—but like writing in a mirror, whose reflection is the inverse of a truth.” / / the winners curse

hi everyone, sorry i’m sooooo inactive i really am sorry right now i have no motivation to post on here (maybe soon!) but for now if you want you can follow my twitter, i’m on there like everyday!! it’s @rutkoskis

mhaikkun

another photo study of audrey hepburn

ganseysmagicians

She looked up from the dog and at Verex, at his long, thin frame, the hunched shoulders, the shock of pale hair, the large, liquid eyes.

She wondered what would happen if she took his free hand.

#my son #twt #graphic

williamsherondales

SHE LOOKED CONCERNED. That decided him. Arin took a deep breath. His stomach changed to iron. His body was girding itself in a way he knew well. Arin was tightening the muscles needed before a plunge into deep water. A punch to the gut. The lift of the hardest, lowest, highest notes he could possibly sing. His stomach knew what he’d have to sustain. “MARRY HIM,” ARIN SAID, “BUT BE MINE IN SECRET.”

#my freakin parents #twt #graphic

zofias

endless list of favorite book series: [13/?] → the winner’s trilogy

Survival isn’t wrong. You can sell your honor in small ways, so long as you guard yourself. You can pour a glass of wine like it’s meant to be poured, and watch a man drink, and plot your revenge.

#twt #graphic

bellysconnie

She’d scrawled the emperor’s secret plans. It didn’t matter that this was treason. It didn’t matter that she was supposed to marry the emperor’s son on First-summer’s day, or that her father was the emperor’s most trusted friend. Kestrel ignored that she’d been born Valorian. She’d written what she felt.

#twt #graphic

fayrefallen

kestrel

she focused on that nothingness, imagined it as ink spilling over everything she could possibly think or feel.

#twt #moodboard

04hyyh

Loosening. Arin’s voice lifted beyond the garden wall. It poured around her fear, and into it. The wordless warmth of music took a familiar shape. A lullaby. Enai had sung it to Kestrel long ago, and Arin sang it to her now. Maybe he had seen her in his garden, or heard her restless walk. Kestrel didn’t know how he knew that she needed his comfort as much as she needed the stone wall between them. Yet when the song stopped and the night resonated with a silence that was itself a kind of music, Kestrel was no longer afraid. She believed his silence on the other side of the wall, which said that he would stay there as long as she needed. When Kestrel went inside, she carried his song with her. It was a candle that lit her way and kept watch while she slept.

#twt #graphic