thinking about the grisha trilogy in mal’s pov is making me so suicidal 🙂 all my friends are dead 🙂 the love of my life is losing herself to her own powers 🙂 i spent all my life trying to be useful (to her) and my true usefulness is my death 🙂 and even before that if i get to be with her i’ll wither and age and die while she lives for centuries 🙂 i have no honor in my country 🙂 i have no home but her and she is uninhabitable 🙂 she loves me but not enough to save me 🙂













