Fifi Bridgerton

I write sins, not tragedies

[sofibridgerton]

...our lives are short and shaped by circumstance, and maybe we can’t control most of what’s to come. But we can control how we feel. We can savor the sweetness of a blackberry scone, and the company of our friends, and the warmth of the summer wind at night, and be grateful for it. We can be nothing, and choose to be miserable about it, like you—or we can be nothing, but choose to be happy, and let that be purpose enough.

[sofibridgerton]

To look up at the nighttime sky is to become a part of a long line of people throughout human history who looked above at that same set of stars. It is to witness time unfolding.

[sofibridgerton]

“When I was young,” said Jakob, “I thought I was working towards something. Building to last. Some perfect state of things. Of the world. Of myself.” He gently shifted one leg under her, then the other. “You get to my age, you realise nothing lasts for ever. No love, no hate, no war, no peace. If a thing hasn’t ended … you haven’t waited long enough.”

[sofibridgerton]

I want to experience things that are bigger than my own life, not just read about them. I want to escape into that dream for a while.

[sofibridgerton]

The dead don’t walk. Except, sometimes, when they do.

[sofibridgerton]

For some reason he decided shoving his tongue down my throat was a good idea, but it fuckin ain’t. At the end of the day, I’m still gay—and he’s still straight. Even worse, I’m still in love with him.

[sofibridgerton]

I only like to recommend books that are happy and cheerful... I know there are sad things out in the world... but I just don't want to dwell on them. I just stick my head in the sand. I don't want to face the facts. All the scientists are determined to tell us what the moon is made of and what the stars are... and why there are rainbows... but I just don't want to know. When i wish on a star, I don't need to know what it's made of--as for me, when a thing is beautiful what does it matter why? I never get tired of looking at the moon. One night it is small and round as a shiny, ice-cold, white marble and the next it's a big soft yellow moon. How can we be bored when nature gives us so many wonders to look at?

[sofibridgerton]

“Did you save him?” “I tried,” I say. “Maybe he saved me?” “Yeah, that’s what we do, isn’t it?” Jack says. “We save each other.”

[halloween-sweets]

[nkim-illustrates]

Reindeer.

[sofibridgerton]

“I slept with him months ago. Months. It was once, and I was drunk, and he's never let me live it down since. There is no way you can still smell me on him.” “There's every way,” Fisher rumbled, his eyes darkening. “I'd know the smell of you anywhere. On anyone. I'd know it blind and in the dark. Across a fucking sea. I'd be able to scent you—”

[sofibridgerton]

Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.

[sofibridgerton]

[mienar]

remnants of where we have been

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[erysium]

happy autumn equinox!! 🌓 🍂

[sofibridgerton]

The Day’s Coming When I’ll Look Into That Man’s Eyes — My Doctor — And He Won’t Have The Faintest Idea Who I Am. And I Think It’s Going To Kill Me. River Song

[listentothestories]

“People don’t read books to ‘escape’. We read to find new parts of ourselves. We think we are in a one-room house. Books make you a mansion.”

— Matt Haig