meolog:

Rhododendron in the Rain II

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lokiofasgcrd:

@ravencyclenetwork search: antagonists
      ⌲ joseph kavinsky 
                           “ See you on the streets. ”

svraph-moved:

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@ravencyclenet event i : favourite characters — DECLAN LYNCH.

declan was a collector of beautiful, specific phrases that he would not let himself use in public, and the possessor of an illuminated, specific smile no one would ever see.

marksfarrows:

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MAKE ME CHOOSE — @jsperlfahey asks if we were villains or red white and royal blue

i am the first son of the united states, and i’m bisexual. history will remember us.

lifeinpoetry:

I have been thinking about you again today, as I do— so often—think of you, wondering if people can see the sky of our childhood the way we still see (the sky) whenever we think of each other. Well, not see, but feel— the way every feeling has a trillion eyes.ALT

— Robin Coste Lewis, from To the Realization of Perfect Helplessness

ravencyclenet:

There is no good word for the opposite of lonesome. One might be tempted to suggest togetherness or contentment , but the fact that these two other words bear definitions unrelated to each other perfectly displays why lonesome cannot be properly mirrored. It does not mean solitude, nor alone, nor lonely, although lonesome can contain all of those words in itself. Lonesome means a state of being apart. Of being other. Alone-some.

drogonqueen-archive:

“So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.”

— A. L. Tennyson, from “The Princess,” written c. September 1847

nancydrrew:

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book alphabet — m for matthias helvar

Wanden olstrum end kendesorum. It was the first part of a Fjerdan saying. The water hears and understands. It sounded kind enough but Matthias knew that Nina would be familiar with the rest of it. “Isen ne bejstrum”, she finished. The water hears and understands, the ice does not forgive.

[Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo]

reinasmoris:

↳ RADIO SILENCE BY ALICE OSEMAN 
— I’d listen to you for hours.

korolevna:

@booksociety​’s Breaking the Curse Event: The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, by V.E. Schwab

‘In headaches and in worry
  Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
  To-morrow or to-day.

—  W.H. Auden,  As I Walked Out One Evening

oscarwilds:

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It’s always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and false, how people can be good and bad all in one, how someone can love you in a way that is beautifully selfless while serving themselves ruthlessly.

- seven husbands of evelyn hugo, taylor jenkins ried

parisakamali:

@chaptersnet event ii: dark academia – if we were villains, by m.l. rio

“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.”

harrisons:

ronan lynch: the dreamer.

making ronan lynch smile felt as charged as making a bargain with cabeswater. these were not forces to play with.

oscarwilds:

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@fictiondaily mission 4: dyanimcs -> Achilles and Patroclus

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.

“Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.

THE SONG OF ACHILLES by Madeline Miller

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