a frightening thing

love is throwing your dead best friend out of a two-story window because he almost disappeared on you in the dollar city and you want to be sure he can come back from anything

richard campbell gansey iii saying “goodnight you princes of henrietta, you kings of virginia” when he turns out the last light in monmouth every night

consider: gansey is glendower and himself at once, part of this world and still its ruler. he has always been awake and asleep, dual parts of him that don’t war. humanity and magic aren’t at odds with each other; one needs the other to survive. just dick gansey, and royal all the same, he makes a choice. he’s the raven king and just a boy. he is happy

  “I don’t know what I’ll do if I find him, Noah. I don’t know what I’ll be if I’m not looking for him. I don’t know the first thing about how to be that person again.”    Noah put the clay in Gansey’s hands. “You like D&D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini and croquet. You can’t swim, you can’t dance and you don’t know karate. Face it. You’re never gonna make it.”

noah czerny borrowed his mom’s car when he got his license and drove around with the windows down blasting new found glory out of her baby pink mary kay cadillac suv

noah czerny is not a static character, you can’t simultaneously claim he is decaying and disappearing while also saying his story isn’t going anywhere, especially when his decay and disappearance dramatically affects the people who love him, when he literally relies on other peoples’ energy and interaction in order to stay alive, he is a constantly changing and shifting entity, a boy spirit in love with the world so much that he can’t leave it until he makes it better, in love with his friends so much that he repeatedly gives of himself to save their beautiful lives, he breathes and feels and stays with them until he’s gone and he drives them forward every day, he’s at the heart of this story, the heart of it, the very dead center of it all

growth of a seed

nature is raw af

i prefer guys who make small dick jokes about themselves over guys who make big dick jokes about themselves

I nearly spat out my tea

I don’t hang out with white dudes who use mustache wax anymore bc it’s only a matter of time b4 they fall in love with me and find out I’m gay and write a song on their…idk..their fuckin harpsichord or banjo or ukulele about the girl from the forest who broke their heart but also they don’t even like hiking

i know this seems oddly specific & that’s bc it is

3 times

IF WE WANT THE REWARDS OF BEING LOVED WE MUST SUBMIT TO THE MORTIFYING ORDEAL OF BEING KNOWN!!!!