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rosehalls · 7 months
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divine rivals by rebecca ross
“don’t leave,” he whispered, and his hand flailed, reaching for her. “you and I … we need to stay together. we’re better this way.”
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maddiebuckley · 6 months
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kitay was pure. he was the best person she had ever known. kitay shouldn’t know how it felt to call a god of vengeance. kitay was the last thing in the world that was still fundamentally kind and good, and she’d die before she corrupted that.
for @henwilsons, the other half of my soul.
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chbnet · 4 months
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@chbnet pjo show countdown event → 2 days left (the sea of monsters)
You shall sail the iron ship with warriors of bone, You shall find what you seek and make it your own, But despair for your life entombed within stone, And fail without friends, to fly home alone.
by @dallaswinstons
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americanrequiems · 3 months
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THE OUTSIDERS; S.E. HINTON
sixteen years on the streets and you can learn a lot. but all the wrong things, not the things you want to learn. sixteen years on the streets and you see a lot. but all the wrong sights, not the things you want to see.
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backndforthfromnewyork · 11 months
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heartstopper, alice oseman
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henrycavillary · 1 year
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I had absolutely no interest in being somebody else's muse. I am not a muse. I am the somebody. End of fucking story.
Daisy Jones & The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid
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diangelosnico · 5 months
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Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood. (...) Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful nasty ways.
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olivermellor · 6 months
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if carlisle was the soul of our family, then esme was the heart. he gave us a leader who deserved following; she made that following into an act of love.
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delilahsbard · 2 years
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Actors are by nature volatile—alchemic creatures composed of incendiary elements, emotion and ego and envy. Heat them up, stir them together, and sometimes you get gold. Sometimes disaster.
If We Were Villains, M. L. Rio
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prrcyjacksons · 2 years
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@fictionnet event 08 — favourite book
no mourners, no funerals. Among them, it passed for ‘good luck.’
[Six of Crows duology by Leigh Bardugo]
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henry-marchbanks · 7 months
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they looked very much alike, with heavy dark-blond hair and epicene faces as clear, as cheerful and grave, as a couple of flemish angels.
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rosehalls · 6 months
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if you could see the sun by ann liang
and everything about this moment is so lovely and so fragile in its loveliness that i'm almost afraid to hold it
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maddiebuckley · 5 months
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happy birthday, @enviies !
you think, as you walk away from le cirque des rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. you are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.
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emmcarstairs · 2 months
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BELLADONNA, Adalyn Grace
❝You are not cursed—you are a reaper. You are the night incarnate, the ferrier of souls. You are the bridge between the living and the dead—a caged bird that's ready to fly. So spread your wings, Signa Farrow, because you are limitless. Spread your wings, and oh, how we'll fly.❞
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americanrequiems · 1 year
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the carnivorous carnival; lemony snicket  
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backndforthfromnewyork · 11 months
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heartstopper, alice oseman
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