— The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller (2011)
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— The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller (2011)
#I live for angst and Casey and Severide being there for each other
cat hate is just so…….. embarrassing
people who hate cats for being “cold” or “mean” never learned emotional intelligence or depth and think that love is only expressed by being submissive and unconditionally obedient
What if the sun doesn’t actually hurt vampires?
Vampires are just nocturnal, the same way we are diurnal. A vampire could go out during the day, but they would just rather be sleeping.
Vampires are just afraid of the light, the same way we are afraid of the dark. Their eyes are meant to see in the dark, so they just can’t see very well in the light. It hurts their eyes and they can’t see what’s around them, so it’s just scary.
Some vampire was probably too afraid to admit that he was afraid of the light, so he made up a fake allergy to the sun. Word got out to mortals, so we just assumed that all vampires are allergic to the sun. You know how mortals like to stereotype and whatnot.
But imagine pop, sunny vampires that are the vampire version of goth, dark humans. They like to go out in the sun and wear bright clothes, and the other vampires think it’s metal as fuck. “Oh, you know Victoria Anne III? Yeah she’s totally pop. Her friends call her Susan.”
I fucking love this
If I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.
-Hayao Miyazaki (x)
The Darkling
“Let me make a mark on this world before I leave it.” ― Leigh Bardugo, The Demon in the Wood
@bibliophilesnet mission 1: favorite book
I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. If I had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But they were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.
As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.
“Patroclus,” he said.
He was always better with words than I.
— THE SONG OF ACHILLES
I don’t want to date. I just want to magically end up in a long-term and emotionally-secure relationship with someone cute
female awesome meme ▷ [6/20] dynamics → karou and zuzana (daughter of smoke and bone)
“zuzana looked back and saw the expression that karou sometimes got when she thought no one was watching. it was sadness, lostness, and the worst thing about it was the way it seemed like a default—like it was there all the time, and all her other expressions were just an array of masks she used to cover it up.”
it feels impossible; it’s not impossible; say that it’s possible
(it’s captive prince fanart)
I’m off the deep end Watch as I dive in I’ll never meet the ground Crash through the surface Where they can’t hurt us We’re far from the shallow now — A Star is Born (2018) Dir. Bradley Cooper
Pallas.
POEM “Tale of the Luminaries” a/w 2018-2019 collection
Music in Film:
The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) dir. Guy Ritchie
original score by Daniel Pemberton
endless list of favourite books ↳ gemma doyle trilogy by libba bray
No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they’d like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance. A fissure forms in the vessel. I’m cracking open.