tracking #litaoc

It is hard to describe loss to someone who has never experienced it, impossible to explain all the ways it changes you. But for those who have, not a single word is needed.

A long time ago, Roma had told Juliette that her anger was like a cold diamond. It was something she could swallow smoothly, something to be placed upon other people, gliding along their skin in glitter and glamour before they realized far too late that the diamond had sliced them into pieces. He had admired her for it. Mostly because his own anger was the precise opposite—an uncontrollable wave of fire that knew no subtlety. — these violent delights by @chloegong

Listen! The Hate U—the letter U—Give Little Infants Fucks Everybody. T-H-U-G L-I-F-E. Meaning what society give us as youth, it bites them in the ass when we wild out. Get it?

she makes me feel reappeared. reimagined. her touch shapes me, draws out the boldness that had been hiding in my core.

“If I told you my name, would you bow?” His voice was soft. A melancholy caress. He lifted his chin when understanding dawned on her face. “Or would you flee?”

dedicated to @ouyangs ♡

happy birthday, mansi! ♡ (@selwynkane)

❝  I kiss her with everything I have. Like I’ll never kiss her again. Because this is real, we finally made it to this place, and it’s better than any fairy tale. Because I’m done letting people stop me. Because here, always, we deserve this good thing. ❞ 

“Was everyone in this house a moth caught in a killing jar and then pinned against a board?”

These Violent Delights (duology) by @chloegong

I pray I will see you again. You must come for me, Noemi. You have to save me.

music makes everything more romantic, doesn’t it? 

sometimes the things that are familiar to us and feel safe to us, remnants of our childhood and old lives, are locked away by someone who wants us to be different and look different and follow their rules. sometimes lonely creatures are not of their own making.

some people say we shouldn’t need labels. that we’re trying to box ourselves in too much. but i don’t know. it feels good to me, to know i’m not alone. that someone else has felt the same way i’ve felt, experienced the same things i’ve experienced. it’s validating.

—  LEGENDBORN, TRACY DEONN.