i've been spending the last eight months. thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end
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i've been spending the last eight months. thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end
i once believed love would be burning red. but it's golden. like daylight.
His expression was astonishingly nonchalant for someone who looked like he would pass out. “It was worth it. You looked… happy.” “That’s crazy,” I said. “Not the craziest thing I’ve ever done.” He smiled as he looked up at me. His eyes grew slightly unfocused, as though they were seeing more than just me. “What’s a little crazy here and there? I’m supposed to be doing experiments… why not see which is brighter: your aura or the sun?”
and you know damn well. for you i would ruin myself. a million little times.
I have a theory. Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. I’ve had a lot of time to compare love and hate, and these are my observations. Love and hate are visceral. Your stomach twists at the thought of that person. The heart in your chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through your flesh and clothes. Your appetite and sleep are shredded. Every interaction spikes your blood with adrenaline, and you’re in the brink of fight or flight. Your body is barely under your control. You’re consumed, and it scares you. Both love and hate are mirror versions of the same game - and you have to win. Why? Your heart and your ego. Trust me, I should know.
— THE HATING GAME, SALLY THORNE (for @ladyeowyn)
and isn’t it just so pretty to think?
“Tell me what to wish for.“ Tell me what to ask the sea for.” “To be happy. Happiness.” “I don’t think such a thing is had on Thisby. And if it is, I don’t know how you would keep it.” “You whisper to it. What it needs to hear. Isn’t that what you said?” “That’s what I said. What do I need to hear?” “That tomorrow we’ll rule the Scorpio Races as king and queen of Skarmouth and I’ll save the house and you’ll have your stallion. Dove will eat golden oats for the rest of her days and you will terrorize the races each year and people will come from every island in the world to find out how it is you get horses to listen to you. The piebald will carry Mutt Malvern into the sea and Gabriel will decide to stay on the island. I will have a farm and you will bring me bread for dinner.” “That’s what I needed to hear.”
Never gonna give you up. Never gonna let you down. Never gonna run around and desert you. Never gonna make you cry. Never gonna say goodbye. Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.
i think it’s really sweet how taylor swift wrote invisible string.mp4 from folklore (2020) about ted lasso and rebecca welton
Life and death were inextricably bound together, and we wavered between them. But we’d triumphed over death tonight. We were alive, and the world was beautiful. Life was beautiful, and I refused to waste mine.
But when I touch you, your aura… it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases.
any life worth living is going to have risks. let go, and accept how you feel.
It didn't matter that people expected everything of me and nothing of him. We were still the same, both of us constantly trying to break out of the lines that others had defined for us and be our own person.
It didn't matter if the human was a type of feeder—as Sarah appeared to be—or someone “above” that like Sydney. Humans and Moroi didn't get together.
favorite books ♢ bloodlines series by richelle mead
You’re my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other.
It didn't matter that people expected everything of me and nothing of him. We were still the same, both of us constantly trying to break out of the lines that others had defined for us and be our own person.