little fists

Now hear me. Before the end, you will pluck snowdrops at midwinter, die by your own choosing, and weep for a nightingale. | The Bear and The Nightingale, Katherine Arden

She remembered how to kill and how to hate, but she’d forgotten how to grow.

me: *opens my coffin* turn that shit off did you all just ignore the spotify playlist i left at the bottom of my will?

He took a long sip of his drink, tipped his back against the couch, and decided he could live with that. 

he lifted his glass. “to never dying.” eli lifted his. “to being remembered.” their glasses clinked as eli added, “forever.”

“fear can’t hurt you,” she said. “when it washes over you, give it no power. it’s a snake with no venom. remember that. that knowledge can save you”

there was a song in this forest, too,      but it was a savage song,           whispering of madness and tearing and rage.

He and Eli were bonded, by blood and death and science. They were alike, more so now than ever. And he had missed Eli. He wanted to see him. And he wanted to see him suffer. He wanted to see the look in Eli’s eyes when he lit them up with pain. He wanted his attention.

cherry blossoms

One count, two count, three count. Nothing. And then, somewhere between Victor giving up and reaching for his phone, ELI GASPED.

The Bear and the Nightingale - Katherine Arden

I want to grab my brother’s hand and run back through time, losing years like coats falling from our shoulders.

literature posters; chaos walking series by patrick ness

“Flowers were blooming everywhere: flowers I had never seen, strange blooms dangling and others with sharp points, brilliantly colored, and the room was thick with their fragrance, with the smell of crushed leaves and pungent herbs.”

“The power of a wish. In the world above, wishes were will-o’-the-wisps: beautiful, but unsubstantial and always just out of reach. Here in the Underground, will-o’-the-wisps were very much real.”

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