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everlark aesthetics :
The idea of actually losing Peeta hit me again and I realized how much I don’t want him to die. And it’s not about the sponsors. And it’s not about what will happen back home. And it’s not just that I don’t want to be alone. It’s him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.
read in 2025 ↝ our infinite fates by laura steven
i love you, and i have loved you, and i will love you
This Is How You Lose The Time War, Max Gladstone and Amal El-Mohtar
characters like me: stevie bell (truly devious by maureen johnson)
the wonderful thing about reality is that it is highly flexible. one minute, all is doom; the next, everything is abloom with possibility.
“For us, everything was a performance.” A small, private smile catches me off guard and I glance down, hoping he won’t see it. “Everything poetic.”
“The stars incline us, they do not bind us.” ― Chloe Gong, These Violent Delights
“Do you know what an Infran is?” “Of course I do,” Ally bristled. You couldn’t live in Alvoskia and not know. There were eight different kinds and all of them were famous. The old ones were dead now and had been for a while. The cycle would start all over again soon. “Alright, then. What does an Infran do?” Gisenburg challenged her. Ally thought of the murals at weekly prayers, the sickle-shaped hole in the stone to let the moonlight through. Stories of saints who could walk on water; people who could turn into dragons, although that one was probably a myth. “God things,” she said as confidently as she could. Gisenburg’s lips twitched but it didn’t reach her strange, grey eyes, like she’d asked this question before and hadn’t liked the answer. “Well, Ally—have you ever wanted to be a god?”
—ALVOSKIA: Call of the Infrans
sring venka, the poppy war (r. f. kuang)
“Do you know what I thought, when I was in that house? I kept hoping someone might come for me, I really thought someone was coming for me. And where the fuck were you? Nowhere. So fuck you, Nezha. You can’t keep me safe, so you might as well let me fight.”
