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"Crushed and broken," Gansey said. "Just the way women like 'em.” ― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys
ELAIN ARCHERON for @elainweekofficial
— Holly Black, from “The Cruel Prince.”
literature alphabet [ b ] — billy dunne
it's an album about the push and pull of stability and instability. it’s about the struggle that I live almost every day to not do something stupid. is it about love? yeah, of course it is. but that’s because it’s easy to disguise almost anything as a love song.
women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts. And they've got ambition, and they've got talent, as well as just beauty. I'm so sick of people saying that love is just all a woman is fit for.
LITTLE WOMEN || Louisa May Alcott
The girl touched the collar at her neck, the fetter at her wrist. So many men had tried to make her a queen. Now she understood that she was meant for something more. The Darkling had told her he was destined to rule. He had claimed his throne, and a part of her too. He was welcome to it.
For the living and the dead, she would make herself a r e c k o n i n g.
She would r i s e.
BLUE SARGENT AND RICHARD GANSEY
Right after he spoke, Blue threw her arms tightly around his neck. Right after he spoke, she pressed her face into the side of his. Right after he spoke, she held him like a shouted word. Love, love, love.
It is not for such as me to say what might have been in your brother’s heart, Your Grace. The Princess Elia was a good and gracious lady, though her health was ever delicate. — A Storm of Swords, Chapter 42
If I've given the impression that trust is easy—with your spouse, with your kids, with anybody you care about—if I've made it seen like its easy to do ... then I've misspoken. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
But you have nothing without it. Nothing meaningful at all. That's why I chose to do it. Over and over and over. Even when it bit me in the ass. And I will keep choosing it until the day I die.
“So that’s who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.”
“People think intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them and their response is “You’re safe with me”- that’s intimacy.”
@perseusnet ··– percy’s birthday week, Day (1): · · · percy + blue No hero is above fear, Percy. And you have risen above every hero.
lit meme: [4/5] protagonists → daisy jones i wore what i wanted when i wanted. i did what i wanted with who i wanted. and if somebody didn't like it, screw 'em.
people we meet on vacation— magazine editorial spread
“sometimes it feels like i didn’t even exist before that. like you invented me.”
lit meme: [5/7] otps → jude duarte & cardan greenbriar in my most wretched hours, i believe you will never come back. why would you, save for your ambition? you have always known exactly what i am and seen all my failings, all my weaknesses and scars. i flattered myself that at moments you had feelings for me other than contempt, but even were that true, they would make but a thin gruel beside the feast of your other greater desires. and yet my heart is buried with you in the strange soil of the mortal world, as it was drowned with you in the cold waters of the undersea. it was yours before i could ever admit it, and yours it shall ever remain
We love broken, beautiful people. And it doesn't get much more obviously broken and more classically beautiful than Daisy Jones.