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❝  I am a bad person trying very hard to be a good person, but I would not be trying at all if not for the outside interventions in my life. ❞

The Hunger Games poster series

“You seem to be under the impression that I work for you and you can give me orders. Let me fix that.“ I hung up.”

congratulations scar @ravencycle!

eve, adam, & the serpent. | golden compass, subtle knife, amber spyglass.

shall we for ever make new books, as apothecaries make new mixtures, by pouring only out of one vessel into another?

also trc: [wake up, fuckweasel] [i am being perfectly fucking civil] [“what fresh hell is this?” gansey asked pleasantly] [aquamarine is a wonderful colour and i won’t be made to feel bad for wearing it] [yeehaw] [the murder squash song]

luna lovegood for meghan @bellkaties | happy holidays from your secret santa! ♡

“You like this place?“ "Of course I do. It has books in it.”

like the wild beasts, she lives without a future. she inhabits only the present tense, a fugue of the continuous, a world of sensual immediacy as without hope as it is without despair.

a poet is a painter in his way, he draws to the life, but in another kind; we draw the nobler part, the soul and the mind; the pictures of the pen shall outlast those of the pencil, and even worlds themselves.

✦ @booksociety​’s Elementalists event: Touch of Power by Maria V. Snyder “Don’t worry,” I said. “These men are good. They’re going to heal the world.” “But no one likes healers,” Zila said. She was unusually subdued. “If you develop the power, they’ll accept you both. You’re not tainted by the past. You’ll be considered miracles.” I hugged them. “You are miracles.”

pekka rollins couldn’t count the threats he’d heard, the men he’d killed, or the men he’d seen die …

@perseusnet​ ··– q u e s t # 6, antagonists         · · · luke castellan           all the u n c l a i m e d . don’t let it…don’t let it happen a g a i n .

What am I? she’d wondered every night at sea, every day since she’d first found herself here in this city, in this world. … Whatever I am, she thought, pressing her hand to the wall, let it be enough.

“I want you to stay. I want you to … I want you.” “You want me.” She turned the words over. Gently, she squeezed his hand. “And how will you have me, Kaz?” He looked at her then, eyes fierce, mouth set. It was the face he wore when he was fighting. “How will you have me?” she repeated. “Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch?”“I will have you without armour, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”

pekka rollins couldn’t count the threats he’d heard, the men he’d killed, or the men he’d seen die …