Trees in your eyes, Stars in your heart

✧ being adam parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. he was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival.

“President Snow says he’s sending us a message? Well, I have one for him. You can torture us and bomb us and burn our districts to the ground, but do you see that?” One of the cameras follows as I point to the planes burning on the roof of the warehouse across from us. The Capitol seal on a wing glows clearly through the flames. “Fire is catching!” I am shouting now, determined that he will not miss a word. “And if we burn, you burn with us!”

@theinfernaldevicesnetwork event 7: christmas new years cheer (2/2)        ⟶ dedicated to @akivas, my parabatai and loml

after dark, it felt like anything could happen…

i will be your hands. i will be your eyes.

I’m feeling rough, I’m feeling raw, I’m in the prime of my life.

“moon dust in her lungs stars in her eyes she is a child of the cosmos and ruler of the skies.”

people shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper

Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before.

“What kind of person are you? You have to know who you are!” What a fucking cliché.

“if i were a tree i would have no reason to love a human.”

friends (1994-2004)

 the other, more fragile Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naive longing.”

her heart wears wisdom skin and wit warmed splendor, the echoes of a war cry holding its four chambers together. she rises like Athena on a night of victory dancing. she rises like the blood moon in a sky of a thousand stars bursting.

Morphology / Passage of time