Aesthetic Land

Two illustrations I still adore 

No way home

but finally, finally, i have learned to break free.

I have a theory. Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. I’ve had a lot of time to compare love and hate, and these are my observations. Love and hate are visceral. Your stomach twists at the thought of that person. The heart in your chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through your flesh and clothes. Your appetite and sleep are shredded. Every interaction spikes your blood with adrenaline, and you’re in the brink of fight or flight. Your body is barely under your control. You’re consumed, and it scares you.

we were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

That was the moment she could not face—had not faced.

the grisha trilogy: cover redesign

the D R E G S as greek gods. 

“Home,” he whispered, needing to hear it aloud. It was a foreign concept to him, an impossible dream. It was frightening and wonderful all at once, and it set his heart racing so fast he thought it’d drum out of his chest. “Welcome home, Neil.”

“People are gonna tell you who you are your whole life. You just gotta punch back and say, “No, this is who I am”. You want people to look at you differently? Make them! You want to change things, you’re gonna have to go out there and change them yourself, because there are no fairy godmothers in this world.”

“A man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets.”

“Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing.” 

“Don’t you know Emma. It’s you.”

I just think we shouldn’t judge her, or anyone, without trying to understand them first. That maybe we should get the full story before jumping to conclusions. Crazy notion, I know.

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the wrath and the dawn by renee ahdieh (insp)