grace of the gods;

It just goes around and around, and who wins? Not us. Not the districts. Always the Capitol. But I’m tired of being a piece in their Games.

The Evening Sun, Hanover, Pennsylvania, January 12, 1922

God does not play dice with the universe.

the italian sun caresses your skin and it burns but the grass is soft and their head is resting upon your shoulder so you don’t mind too much

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there’s only one way to stop me but you’re not gonna do it. are you sure about that?

I can’t stop thinking about the others out there, all those minds that I touched. I could feel them, their isolation, their hopes, their ambitions. I tell you, we can start something incredible, Erik. We can help them.

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—“am I a troubled kid? Yeah you could say that.”

In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness.Her raven boys.

↳ Nothing happens in contradiction to nature, only in contradiction to what we know of it.

⁠—  blue was a fanciful but sensible thing, like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.

❝I have a feeling you haven’t invited me here for kissing. Though it never hurts to ask.❞ He grinned at my ensemble and rubbed his hands together, mischief sparking like fireworks around him. ❝You’re dressed for sneaking about Dracula’s castle. Be still my thawing, dark heart. You certainly know how to make a young man feel alive, Wadsworth.❞

“It’s this stupid hat, i’m telling you, it’s totally blowing my best feature.”