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[tridentarius]

EVERLARK WEEK II » day 5 | fanart friday

I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.

➳ Book Accurate Fancast of The Hunger Games

[daphnevincent]

THE KNIGHT AND THE MOTH

“it’s not true, you know,” he said. “you don’t have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you.”

[henry-marchbanks]

What are the dead anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star?

[edwardslovelyelizabeth]

The Possession of Alba Díaz by Isabel Cañas

«It was an ancient terror, I’ve heard people say. Or a pagan devil, rising from the dark maw of the mine to devour all in its path. Some say it was a haunting. If you ask me, that’s too straightforward. Can you imagine if this were nothing but a ghost story, full of cold drafts and shadows where they oughtn’t be, clammy palms and sweaty napes? That’s too clean a tale. Too simple. And this one gets messy.»

[capulets]

side by side, they were very much alike, in similarity less of lineament than of manner and bearing, a correspondence of gesture which bounced and echoed between them so that a blink seemed to reverberate, moments later, in a twitch of the other's eyelid. their eyes were the same color of gray, intelligent and calm.

[permanentreverie]

literature moodboards: station eleven by emily st. john mandel

“i stood looking over my damaged home and tried to forget the sweetness of life”

[lunaathorne]

every sapphic book i love → hani and ishu's guide to fake dating by adiba jaigirdar

she smiles so rarely that each one–the genuine ones that light up her entire being–feels like a gift. like something private she has only reserved for me.

[queensinchains]

kitay was pure. he was the best person she had ever known. kitay shouldn’t know how it felt to call a god of vengeance. kitay was the last thing in the world that was still fundamentally kind and good, and she’d die before she corrupted that.

for @henwilsons, the other half of my soul.