foolish wandering heart

— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” He kisses me harder.

let’s celebrate 1.4k together!

{requested by anonymous}

Nikolai Lantsov has always had a gift for the impossible. No one knows what he endured in his country’s bloody civil war―and he intends to keep it that way. Now, as enemies gather at his weakened borders, the young king must find a way to refill Ravka’s coffers, forge new alliances, and stop a rising threat to the once-great Grisha Army. // @lbardugo

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six of crows by leigh bardugo

❝  i’ve been dead for seven years. ❞

“jude, he’d said, running a hand up my calf, are you afraid of me?”

“Morpheus is a god associated with sleep and dreams. In Ovid’s Metamorphoses he is the son of Sleep, who appears in dreams in human form. From the medieval period, the name began to stand more generally for the god of dreams, or of sleep.”

“Love speaks in flowers. Truth requires thorns.”

“Time, the greatest thief of all.”

People point guns at each other all the time in Ketterdam. It’s basically a handshake.