luce ex noctem;

“I’m not a fool, little lightning girl.” His snarl matches my own. “If you’re going to play in my head, I’m going to play in yours. It’s what we’re good at.” I was cold before, but now the heat of his anger threatens to consume me. “Don’t compare me to you. We’re not the same.” “People like us,” he scoffs. “We lie to everyone. Especially ourselves.”

Oh, I will be cruel to you, Marya Morevna. It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. But you understand, don’t you? You are clever enough. I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. But I am your servant. When you starve I will feed you; when you are sick I will tend you. I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased. For you alone I will be weak.

Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you’re really doing it to them.

Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you’re really doing it to them.

i trust you. that’s bigger to me than i love you. it’s a bigger deal.

DOWN TO EARTH WITH ZAC EFRON S01E08 - Iquitos

I finally find a boy who likes me for me… And i’m not even me.

Hey, it’s me again, Uh… I know it’s late to be calling and all that and I know you probably don’t want to talk to me or anything, but, um… I was just calling to say that, um… that I miss you. See, I, uh…I can’t really talk to anybody the way I talk to you or anything like that, and, um…Yeah. Um…I don’t really know what to say, other than the fact that…I really love you, Marianne.

*Medieval celestial scenes* - 30.05.2020 3:22PM GMT-4

(late 1470s / early 1480s) 

Her face the picture of serenity.

I suppose at one time in my life I might have had any number of stories, but now there is no other. This is the only story I will ever be able to tell.

I want to say yes, but I don’t want to be with a boy whose heart belongs to somebody else. Just once, I want to be somebody else’s first choice.

“They rattled my cage to see if I’d bite. When they released me, they’d see that the answer was yes.”

moodboard → mara amitra dyer “Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.”

There is something divine about seeing my mother’s faded words incarnated in the girl beside me. Even while sleeping, she looks like a deadly goddess, an iron queen. Mara is anything but peaceful – even in repose she is a silky gray cloud, bright with the promise of lightning. I will not find peace with her. But there will be no greater passion.