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And this beautiful, wonderful thing that had come into my life, this gift from the Cauldron… It was gone. In my desperation, I clung to that bond. Not the bargain—the bargain was nothing, the bargain was like a cobweb. But I grabbed that bond between us and I tugged, I willed you to hold on, to stay with me, because if we could get free… If we could get free, then all seven of us were there. We could bring you back. And I didn’t care if I had to slice into all of their minds to do it. I’d make them save you.

you did not fit the mold that they shoved you into. the path you were born upon and forced to walk. you tried, and yet you did not, could not, fit. and then the path changed. i know — what it is to be that way. i remember it, long ago as it was.

There are different kinds of darkness. There is the darkness that frightens, the darkness that soothes, the darkness that is restful.” I pictured each. “There is the darkness of lovers, and the darkness of assassins. It becomes what the bearer wishes it to be, needs it to be. It is not wholly bad or good.

@gwynweek : valkyrie, warrior > I am the rock against which the surface crushes, nothing can break me

@gwynweek : free choice > modern!gwynriel + beach date

Where flowers bloom, so does hope - Lady Bird Johnson

The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it’s possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another?

- feyre archeron

“When I sleep,” she murmured, “I can hear your heart beating through the stone.” She angled her head, as if the city view held some answer. “Can you hear mine?” A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J Maas

↳ We’re all broken in our own ways - in places no one might see.

Morrigan- a queen who bowed to no one, a queen who had faced them all down and triumphed.  a queen who owned her body, her life, her destiny, and never apologized for it.

But Elain, the flower-grower, the gentle heart … Nesta would go down swinging for her.

❝𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 - 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒕… 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆.❞

— I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything I am. (x)

“I will bow before no one and nothing but my crown.”

With enough courage, you can say to hell with a reputation.

This is war. We don’t have the luxury of good ideas—only picking between the bad ones.