Asteria

she/her | ♒️ | I picked quotes and verses from books I’m currently reading

[flowerytale]

Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility

[puffy-eyed-co]

“I wasn’t about this life,” Rufus says, looking away. “And I would’ve been game with game over. But that’s not what my parents and sis wanted for me. It’s mad twisted, but surviving showed me it’s better to be alive wishing I was dead than dying wishing I could live forever. If I can lose it all and change my attitude, you need to do the same before it’s too late, dude. You gotta go for it.”

- Rufus Emeterio // They both die at the end by Adam Silvera

[puffy-eyed-co]

I don’t know if it’s sadder to die alone or in the company of someone who not only doesn’t mean anything to you, but also probably doesn’t care much for you either.

- Mateo // They both die at the end by Adam Silvera

[puffy-eyed-co]

Having the chance to say goodbye before you die is an incredible opportunity, but isn’t that time better spent actually living? Maybe I would feel differently if I could count on people showing up to my funeral. If I had more friends than I do fingers.

- Mateo Torrez // They both die at the end by Adam Silvera

[puffy-eyed-co]

This is a room for a princess, and I am anything but that.

what am I?

A lump of heaviness. A stranger. A thing that does not fit.

I can’t seem to stop the poison inside me from spreading.

(I mean. I’ve never been poisoned, so I am only speculating.)

(But I do feel something spreading inside me. Something heavy and dark.)

I can’t let them see it.

- Some kind of happiness by Claire Legrande

[pagesinmylife]

I used to be really against marking up books and would clutch at my pearls anytime a book was damaged in anyway but now I see it as another way to express love. Water stains on the cover means you carried your favorite book through the rain because you wanted to keep reading on the go. Writing in the margins is participating in the conversation with the author. Leaving bookmarks and receipts in between the pages is like freezing traces of your own life in time.

A well worn book is a well loved one.

[puffy-eyed-co]

There are so many moments I wish I could relive again. Especially the smaller ones. The quieter ones that we often don’t think about. Those are the moments I look back and miss the most. Us sitting on the floor in Sam’s room doing homework together, or watching movie musicals in Mika’s living room on the weekends. Or that time we decided to grab blankets and bring them to the backyard to watch the sunrise together, for no reason. We stayed up all night, talking about what we wanted to do ten years from now, waiting to see that burning red glow curve along a dark sky, oblivious to the significance of seeing another day. And oblivious to a future when one of us would be gone.

Julie // You’ve Reached Sam by Dustin Thao

[puffy-eyed-co]

“We have too many voices inside our heads. You have to pick out the ones that mean something to you. What story do you want to tell?”

Mr. Lee // You’ve Reached Sam by Dustin Thao

[puffy-eyed-co]

“It can’t be that simple, though—“ I start.

“But why can’t it be?” Sam asks me. “I know this doesn’t really make sense right now. But, maybe we don’t need to complicate it with questions we don’t know the answers to. Maybe we can just enjoy this chance for what it is. For as long as we have it”

– Julie // You’ve Reached Sam by Dustin Thao

[puffy-eyed-co]

I really need to focus again, and pull myself together, because what else am I supposed to do? The world keeps moving, no matter what happens to you.

– Julie // You’ve Reached Sam by Dustin Thao

[hebearki]

Life will pass right by you,” she says, her eyes focused on the road. “And you end up missing the little things, the moments you don’t think matter—but they do. Moments that make you forget about everything else. Just like with your writing,” she adds out of nowhere. “You don’t write to get to the end. You write because you enjoy doing it. You write and don’t want it to end. Does that make some sense?

[puffy-eyed-co]

But they don’t know how it was for me, the times I had to watch the others get what they wanted while I pretended I want nothing.

– Molly // The Corpse Queen by Heather M Herrman

[puffy-eyed-co]

“Just because you love someone doesn’t mean you didn’t lie”

Molly felt an ache in her breast, and in that moment it was not Ma she thought of but Kitty.

“No.” Ava sighed. “Sometimes it means you must.”

– Molly & Ava // The Corpse Queen by Heather M Herrman

[puffy-eyed-co]

“If it’s my time, then I’ll go gladly. There’s no sweeter way to enter heaven than beside the one you love”

– Molly’s Ma // The Corpse Queen by Heather M Herrman

[thoughtkick]

“I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.”

— Epiphany

[artandchocolate]

Jane Austen - "Sense and Sensibility"

[puffy-eyed-co]

But magic was not always so linear. It was born from odium. From love. From revenge.

– the wicked deep by shea ernshaw