oh to be loved

cr. dwellingsouls

You chose me four years ago. Would you choose me still? Would you choose this version of me—these sharp edges and hands far bloodier than yours?

mod reaux

‘What we did was terrible, but still I don’t think any of us were bad, exactly; chalk it up to weakness on my part, hubris on Henry’s, too much Greek prose composition - whatever you like.’ Under the influence of their charismatic classics professor, a group of clever, eccentric misfits at an elite New England college discover a way of thinking and living that is a world away from the humdrum existence of their contemporaries. But when they go beyond the boundaries of morality, their lives are changed profoundly and for ever. The Secret History is a story of two parts; the chain of events that led to the death of a classmate - and what happened next.

❝or yet in wise old ravenclaw, if you’ve a ready mind, where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind.❞ ―j. k. rowling, harry potter and the philosopher’s stone

Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you. I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family’s expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.

“were you in love with him?” “yes,” i say, simply. james and i put each other through the kind of reckless passions gwendolyn once talked about, joy and anger and desire and despair. after all that, was it really so strange? i am no longer baffled or amazed or embarrassed by it. “yes, i was.” it’s not the whole truth. the whole truth is, i’m in love with him still.

every friend group should have… (insp.)

SHADOW AND BONE | 1x02 - We’re All Someone’s Monster

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for @sixofcrowsnet heist: favorite scenes

aesthetic asks – Matthias Helvar for @thejonderettegirl • send me a fandom/character/etc. and i’ll make a picspam.

The truth was, she’d tried to sneak up on Kaz plenty of times since then. She’d never managed it. It was as if once Kaz had seen her, he’d understood how to keep seeing her. -Six of Crows, Chapter 25

No saint has ever watched over me. Not like you have.

Are we not chyerti? Are we not devils?

by Rovina Cai Illustrations for Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights