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"it had really hit me just how fucking beautiful she was. and i wasn't talking about the outside either. aoife molloy had a heart of gold.”
- happy aoife day to those who celebrate ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
“the ghost who haunts the only person who ever saw her. the only one who made her feel not so alone. the one she’d killed someone for.”
— lyra abbott and thatcher pierson
coraline whittaker x hit me hard and soft
“Life is a constant pendulum of pain. Everyone experiences it, and I am not special.”
- the oath we give by monty jay (hollow boys series)
chat is it too early to say i love them sm it makes me sick
Silas: So who's the clingy one?
Rook, sitting in Sage's lap with his arms wrapped around her: Sage, obviously.
Silas, sarcastically: Obviously.
thatcherlyra i miss you
Alistair: Why are you smiling?
Briar: What? Can't I just be happy?
Lyra: Thatcher tripped and fell in the parking lot.
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Alistair: Thatcher and I don't have pet names for each other.
Briar: Uh huh.....
Briar: What do bees make?
Alistair: Honey?
Thatcher, from the other room: Yes, darling?
Briar: Don't lie to my face again.
Rook: Okay, let's be honest....you love me.
Alistair: I would give you away for free.
Rook: Last night you came into my room, charged my phone, fixed my blanket and kissed my forehead.
Alistair: You weren't asleep?
Alistair: *Pushes a pull door*
Thatcher: It's pull.
Alistair, sarcastically: Thanks Thatch, my next plan was to lift it from the bottom.
Thatcher x Lyra are my lifeblood.
Nothing will ever beat their romantic moments for me. Annotating her books?? Having a conversation via these annotations?? Adorable. Utterly adorable. They are everything I've ever needed in a book romance.
There is such a deep romanticism to this; he sees her innermost thoughts and finds them infinitely interesting.
They have different opinions, they're a true opposites-attract, and it shows in ALL their actions.
Screaming, crying, throwing up– they're such a dark romance, but moments like this ?? ThatcherLyra are everything.
When they're as fucked up as each other >>
They're my favourite ship. I love them both so much.
*lifts your chin with a blade* (flirting)
thatcherlyra core
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fuck all romances except for whatever the brown/black girl got going on with her pasty ass white boyfriend
lyrathatcher will always be famous