reading is fundamental

a dying boy. an obsessive search for eternal youth. delinquents. bloody knuckles. lost boys and an honorary lost girl. someone out for revenge. a new girl with a hidden agenda. sacrifice. surprising kisses. a stolen hand. trust. and maybe some magic, if you just believe… 

a lying prince. wrongful curses. a broken girl. isolation. a garden of marble. friendly snakes. fear. a blind girl by the river. connections. men sent to finish a job. blood. so much love. 

{ june and charlie. a conspiracy podcast. an eerie small town in oregon. strange nightmares. bizarre disappearances. dead cats. black vomit. a light in the sky. and there’s something in the trees.}

　　　　 　　　 　　　　 　Just once.

She was filled like a silk balloon with the flaming sight of her handsome young man in his handsome brown uniform, and kissed him, not very chastely at all, on the mouth. They walked together through Gorokhovaya Street, and he bought for her a white hat with long chestnut-colored feathers tucked into its brim. When they returned in the evening, Lieutenant Zuyok looked up into the turquoise sky and sighed. “This is not the girl in the window. But I will love her as though she was, for I see now that one is not meant for me.” And so Tatiana went happily to the estates of Lieutenant Zuyok, and wrote sophisticated letters home to her sisters, in which her verbs danced in square patterns and her datives were laid out like tables set for feasting.

welcome to HOGWARTS.                    where do you belong? [x] 

“That wasn’t… I was about to say that it becomes you.”

Am I not merciful?

Circe by Madeline Miller (2018)

I don’t think I have anyone else left.

I’ve seen it happen over and over again: a black person gets killed just for being black, and all hell breaks loose. I’ve tweeted RIP hashtags, reblogged pictures on Tumblr, and signed every petition out there. I always said that if I saw it happen to somebody, I would have the loudest voice, making sure the world knew what went down. Now I am that person, and I’m too afraid to speak.

“… Under all this.” He flailed an arm toward the stars.