As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; They kill us for their sport.

I can’t do that, she whispered. She wanted to kill him. All she wanted was to put him out of his pain. She couldn’t bear to look at him like this, screaming like it was never going to end. But she’d never forgive herself for that.

red, white & royal blue, 2019

Enter the players. There were seven of us then, seven bright young things with wide precious futures ahead of us, though we saw no farther than the books in front of our faces. We were always surrounded by books and words and poetry, all the fierce passions of the world bound in leather and vellum. (I blame this in part for what happened.)

happy birthday cossette [ @wrenhal ]!

books read in 2021 - [4/?] The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid ↳ When you’re given an opportunity to change your life, be ready to do whatever it takes to make it happen. The world doesn’t give things, you take things.

NIRRIM - a type of cloud that is rosy, lined with gold, and predicts good fortune

“i have a heart like you, ayla.” crier repeated, pressing ayla’s hand harder against her chest. ayla heard her own heartbeat and felt crier's—a song tapping against her palm, a racing pulse beneath her fingers. ayla was breathing too hard. she was breathing too hard. “i feel things too,” crier whispered.

PERCY HERE

E.M. Forster, Maurice

it’s something adjacent to magic. 

“I would live alone for fifty years to have one day with you.”

“Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt thou the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.”

“At once slow deep green rolled over him. He took a breath, and another, smelling old rotting leaves and healthy growth and autumn light. He felt almost as though he could have planted his feet and become a tree himself, a strong oak reaching up to the sky, brother of the old oak who ruled the wood.”

As her power increases and her knowledge grows, so Circe must make the ultimate choice: to decide whether she belongs with the deities she is born from, or the mortals she has come to love.

“I have become something wonderful, she thought. I have become something terrible. Was she now a goddess or a monster? Perhaps neither. Perhaps both.”