something adjacent to magic

Simone Ashley photographed by Davy Kesey

For instance, when you’re walking away from a bus that’s just been attacked by monster hags and blown up by lightning, and it’s raining on top of everything else, most people might think that’s just really bad luck; when you’re a half-blood, you understand that some divine force is really trying to mess up your day.

“when i watch you sleep,” he said shakily, “i feel overwhelmed that you exist.”

cemetery boys — aiden thomas

— one last stop // casey mcquiston

spending my days packing and resting and listening to the bird’s nest by shirley jackson.

The paintings of Nicola Samori, born 1977.

[…] a year seems very long to wait before i see them, but remind them that while we wait we may all work, so that these hard days need not be wasted. i know they will remember all i said to them, that they will be loving children to you, will do their duty faithfully, fight their bosom enemies bravely, and conquer themselves so beautifully that when i come back to them i may be fonder and prouder than ever of my little women.  for @elizabethsbenet. shine bright, my love. ♡

r for red, white & royal blue chosen by @pjatos       ❝ When Alex was a kid, before anyone knew his name, he dreamed of love like it was a fairy tale, as if it would come sweeping into his life on the back of a dragon one day. When he got older, he learned about love as a strange thing that could fall apart no matter how badly you wanted it, a choice you make anyway. He never imagined it’d turn out he was right both times.❞

— enter the players. there were seven of us then, seven bright young things with wide precious futures ahead of us, though we saw no farther than the books in front of our faces. we were always surrounded by books and words and poetry, all the fierce passions of the world bound in leather and vellum. (i blame this in part for what happened)