mångata

the world stopped. stopped, and started, then stopped again +

[lanzhans]

i’d love to tell you i had some deep revelation on my way down, that i came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera.

the truth? my only thought was: aaaaggghhhhh!

happy birthday, percy jackson!

[winterherny]

turn him into   s t a r s   and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the   h e a v e n s   so beautiful that the world will   f a l l   i n   l o v e    with the night and forget about the garish   s u n.

[wickd-archiving-deactivated2025]

KAZ BREKKER: six of crows

“I’m a business man,“ he’d told her. "No more, no less.” “You’re a thief, Kaz.” “Isn’t that what I just said?”

[bakwaaas]

my toxic trait is that I will procrastinate every task and assignment and waste weeks or months of time that I should’ve been doing it, until just before the deadline when I get overwhelmed by stress and have a mental breakdown and chaotically do the whole thing in a few hours and submit it 2 minutes before the deadline

[nobodys-archive-deactivated2023]

𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 ↣ Morocco

[tessaghrays]

Do not let other people decide who you are. Decide for yourself.

[capbarnes]

DRACO MALFOY

“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.”

@snakepitnet event: favorite character

[sayburgundy]

Then spit us out reborn.

[akivas]

books read in 2018 → the song of achilles by madeline miller

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there 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.

[tywvin-archive]

Patroclus, The Song of Achilles ( for @chqchang​ )

[dcbicki]

Disney’s fairy tales | Tangled

Something brought you here, Flynn Rider. Call it what you want. Fate, destiny… A horse.

[soracities]

“A land of fragrance, quietness, and trees, and flowers.”

— John Keats, from The Complete Poems & Selected Letters; “Hyperion,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[graecian-archive]

Twelve-year-old Percy Jackson is on the most dangerous quest of his life.

[deactivated-thestral-deactivate]

nina zenik.

you wouldn’t know a good time if it sidled up to you and stuck a lollipop in your mouth.

[genyalina-deactivated20191016]

They wanted a Grisha queen. Mal wanted a commoner queen. And what did I want? Peace for Ravka. A chance to sleep easy in my bed without fear. An end to the guilt and dread that I woke to every morning.

[virginiasummer-deactivated20200]

A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people we are. 

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (2013) 

[flightpatterns]

and if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones