“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”
The Secret History by Donna Tartt ↳ Penguin Books edition

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“Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”
The Secret History by Donna Tartt ↳ Penguin Books edition
When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you. And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it? Sometimes, even now, I still can't.
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greed bows to me. — a kaz brekker playlist.
“greed is your god, kaz." he almost laughed at that. "no, inej. greed bows to me. it is my servant and my lever.”
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— the invisible life of addie larue, v.e. schwab (1, 3, 5) / radio silence, alice oseman (2) / clockwork angel, cassandra clare (4)
I stopped asking how. I just did it.
“I was a dreamer born into the Court of Nightmares," Mor said. "So I got out.”
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“I don’t suppose you’ll be anywhere near Kensington anytime soon?”
“That shithole?” he says with a wink. “Not if I can help it.”
“Oi,” Henry says. He’s grinning now. “That’s disrespect of the crown, that is. Insubordination. I’ve thrown men in the dungeons for less.”
Alex turns, walking backward toward the car, hands in the air. “Hey, don’t threaten me with a good time.”