fireheart

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[rozieramati]

How to Save Your Own Life, Erica Jong

[ofallingstar]

Fantasia (1940)

[peacefulandcozy]

Instagram credit: chaptersofshau

[amdd1990]

Artist: Nickie Zimov.

[asoftwrongness]

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[maremonstrum]

[coffeecatsandcoldnights]

Tairn and his silver one.

[fraserjamiefraser]

Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs - on the probabilities. || Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros

[rainingriversofyou]

“Like a roaring star, he thundered down the long shoot, and Manon moved with him, meeting each gallop of his powerful body, each step in time with the beat of the wyverns locked in the belly of the mountain. Abraxos flapped his wings open, pounding them once, twice, gathering speed, fearless, unrelenting, ready…

Fast as lightning arcing across the sky, he plummeted toward the Gap floor…

Down into hell, into eternity, into that world where, for a moment, she could have sworn that something tightened in her chest. She did not shut her eyes, not as the moon-illuminated stones of the Gap became closer, clearer. She did not need to. Like the sails of a mighty ship, Abraxos’s wings unfurled, snapping tight. He tilted them upward, pulling against the death trying to drag them down. And it was those wings, covered in glimmering patches of Spidersilk, that stayed strong and sturdy, sending them soaring clean up the side of the Omega and into the starry sky beyond.”

—Heir Of Fire

“First Flight” Artist: @madschofield

[montucky-outdoors]

Good advice spotted west of Avon, Montana

[books-n-quotes]

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”

— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

[buttonpoetry]

“As soon as you loved me all my callous went away. My hands so soft it hurt to pray.”

— Andrea Gibson, from Lord of the Butterflies 

[petragraphy]

[goodreadss]

“Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.”

— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via goodreadss)

[goodreadss]

“Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you’ve finished just to stay near it.”

— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via goodreadss)

[sunbathe]

[travelsofabrokegirl]