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adam was not always alone, but he was always lonesome. even in a group, he was slowly perfecting the skill of holding himself separate. it was easier than one might expect; the others allowed him to do it. he knew he was different since aligning himself more tightly with the ley line this summer. he was himself, but more powerful. himself, but less human. if he were them, he would silently watch him draw away, too. it was better this way. he had not fought with anyone for so long. he had not been angry for weeks.

"luckily, I did not need to be pretty. my body was built to wage war."

insp.

greed is your god, kaz. no, inej. greed bows to me. it is my servant and my lever.

Not if they have ever known love.

We are all fools in love.

“it’s not true, you know,” he said. “you don’t have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you.”

for once, i didn’t look back. 

“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.” ― Jane Austen

"we're almost as close as brothers; when you grow up in a tight-knit neighborhood like ours you get to know each other real well"

❝do not leave me in this abyss.❞ — emily brontë, wuthering heights.

“What bound them together? Greed? Desperation? Was it the knowledge that if one or all of them disappeared tonight, no one would come looking?”

The other 10% of the time, Neil is still important enough to keep around, and Andrew will deal with his idiocy as long as he has to. 9% of the time he thinks killing Neil might be the one thing he can’t come back from, the one thing it might hurt to lose. 7~8% of the time it feels like falling, and to a man afraid of heights it is a terrible and frightening sensation. The more he falls for Neil the more he hates Neil, because Neil is the one thing in the world that could destroy him, and Andrew isn’t ready for that. He just doesn’t realize yet he’s too late to stop it. insp.

Did you know I've never been skiing? I'd like to try one day, though.

“She was going to hell, she had the straight line to spiritual nirvana. Her mother was a hack, her mother was a witch. Blue dressed like a hobo, Blue dressed like a fashion mogul. She was untouchably hilarious, she was a friendless bitch (…) The disheartening and lonesome upshot was that Blue Sargent was the strangest thing in the halls of Mountain View High School.”

the raven cycle ≡ adam parrish ↳ 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.