sanktallinas:

Kitty’s always saying how origin stories are important. At college, when people ask us how we met, how will we answer them? The short story is, we grew up together. But that’s more Josh’s and my story. High school sweet-hearts? That’s Peter and Gen’s story. So what’s ours, then?
I suppose I’ll say it all started with a love letter.

caradocdearborn:

“She pressed her face into the pillow. His scent was there. She was stupid to have come, yet didn’t have the strength to leave.
The ghost of him between the sheets. The shadow of her old self curled into the shadow of him.”

literature posters; the winner’s trilogy by marie rutkoski

mavencalore:

book cover redesigns ♡ aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire saenz.

rose-wilson-worth:

Pride Month Challenge: 16. A Indie Comics Couple

↳ Umakatrin (Uma Akolyte x Catrin Cosanova)

zoyalina:

It will fly.

I want to laugh at my own blindness.
It was always him. All along.

fortaine:

simon vs. the homo sapiens agenda — i guess it was about loneliness. and it’s funny, because i don’t really think of myself as lonely. but there was something so familiar about the way blue described the feeling. it was like he had pulled the ideas from my head. like the way you can memorize someone’s gestures but never know their thoughts. and the feeling that people are like houses with vast rooms and tiny windows. the way you can feel so exposed anyway.

aelinqueen:

ya lit meme - 7/8 ships  
kanej ➝ six of crows

He took a breath. “I want you to stay. I want you to… I want you.”
“You want me.” She turned the words over. Gently, she squeezed his hand. “And how will you have me, Kaz?”
He looked at her then, eyes fierce, mouth set. It was the face he wore when he was fighting.
“How will you have me?” she repeated. “Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch?”
He released her hand, his shoulders bunching, his gaze angry and ashamed as he turned his fave to the sea.
Maybe it was because his back was to her that she could finally speak the words. “I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”

mollywealsey:

@litladiesnetwork‘s third event: fictional woc in literature

↳ inej ghafa, six of crows

The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.

cassiopheias:

                                                     I am a raindrop.

roryglimore:

books read in 2017: we are the ants, by shaun david hutchinson.

we may not get to choose how we die, but we can chose how we live. the universe may forget us, but it doesn’t matter. because we are the ants, and we’ll keep marching on.

alucardsemery:

he pushed past her and strode from the room. he couldn’t think of what might be, of what there was to lose. and inej was wrong about one thing. he knew exactly what he intended to leave behind when he was gone.
damage.

inspired by (x)

theunseeliecourt:

literature aesthetics: i’ll give you the sun by jandy nelson | for @newtonscabander

rykesmeadow:

acowar countdown challenge week 3 | favorite female character: Feyre

There are good days and hard days for me—even now. Don’t let the hard days win.

alekzandermorozova:

He was, after all, Antari.

And Antari could speak to blood. To life. To magic itself.

neils-josten:

_{the secret history + favorite quotes}