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Anakin, you’re breaking my heart…

— The Raven King, Maggie Stiefvater.

She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness.

This is as brave as I know how to be. I know it’s gonna hurt you, but please… be a little proud of me. Let me be brave. Let me be brave.

“Anna?” Our foreheads touch. “Yes?” “Will you please tell me you love me? I’m dying here.” And then we’re laughing. And then I’m in his arms, and we’re kissing, at first quickly—to make up for lost time—and then slowly, because we have all the time in the world. And his lips are soft and honey sweet, and the careful, passionate way he moves them against my own says that he savors the way I taste, too. And in between kisses, I tell him I love him. Again and again and again.

What a strange constellation they all were.

My letters are for when I don’t want to be in love anymore. They’re for good-bye. Because after I write in my letter, I’m not longer consumed by my all-consuming love…My letters set me free. Or at least they’re supposed to.

“You cannot get rid of me, Lily. nothing you do or say will make me leave. If you don’t tell me now, then I’ll hear of it in a year…”      “Stop,” I cry.  “…three years, five years, a decade. I’ll wait for you to tell me.” She’s crying–a girl who never cries, who squirms at the sight of tears and a wailing baby. “I love you. You’re my sister. That will never change.” she squeezes my hands. “Okay?”

“Blue,” he warned, but his voice was chaotic. This close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat, and Gansey, just Gansey. She said, “I just want to pretend. I want to pretend that I could.”

I wanna finish what we started. I want to kill it.

character posters ♡ blue sargent (the raven cycle)

she makes me quiet. a bluesey playlist {listen} → how do i know i love her? because i can sleep after i talk to her

Ines Di Santo Fall Winter 2016

In the end it wasn’t a boy who helped me, it was my sister.

The deeper you go, the darker the secrets.