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“Whoever controls the king, controls the kingdom” ― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

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“Oh, shit.” “What, who are they?”
THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY ☂️ 2x10 “The End of Something”
“I am tormented and tortured by my own sickness.”
— Anaïs Nin, from Fire
the iliad//the song of achilles
your faithless love’s the only hoax i believe in

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folklore, taylor swift // melodrama, lorde
folklore tracks + favorite lyrics
mesopotamian mythology | gods & goddesses | ishtar
→ Ishtar was the goddess of beauty, sex, love, war & political power. When she appears in stories, most of the time is was her stealing domains, and it was believed she stole the mes, which represented all positive and negative aspects of humanity, from Enki, the god of wisdom.
book quote ➳ the wrath and the dawn by renée ahdieh “I failed you one last thing. Here is my chance to rectify it. It was never because I didn’t feel it. It was because I swore I would never say it, and a man is nothing if he can’t keep his promises. So I write it to the sky - I love you, a thousand times over. And I will never apologize for it.”
make me choose: @livblacktorn asked shahrzad or khalid?
“since you can’t say it, will you at least tell me how much you love me?”
khalid ran the tip of his nose beside her ear, a grateful smile upon his lips. “from the stars, to the stars.”
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slavic mythology ≡ deities & mythological figures ≡ marya morevna
the beautiful warrior princess stolen away from prince ivan by koschei the deathless.
Kate Moss in Wizard, Love Magazine #12 Fall/Winter 2014, by Tim Walker
dictionary poem i || ania s.
In the late 30s, photographer Josef Breitenbach and botanist René Devaux managed to take photographs of the molecules of odours.

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MORNING
Death orders a plate of bacon, black coffee, and fresh ham. Life orders a plate of scrambled egg whites and a stack of strawberry pancakes with whipped cream. She even asks for soy milk with a smile that could conjure sunshine.
“You’re dead to me.” Death says wearily, as their waitress shoots them a glare that could melt the diner windows.
Life’s lips curl, and she puts out a brown hand on the table, tilting it so the diamond ring on her finger glittered.
“Tough; you’re stuck with me for life.”
MIDDAY
Life pumps the breaks the moment she sees the next souvenir shop and hops out of the car as soon as Death says she’ll do the obligatory gas check. As Life orders the garishly colored Kansas magnet piece and snacks for the road, the woman at the countertop eyes the way her gold bracelets flash against her dark skin.
Life smiles. “They aren’t for sale.”
“Who gave them to you?” The shopkeeper asks lightly, the unspoken question of did you steal them heavy in the air.
“My wife.”
The woman starts. She looks out the window to see Death leaning against the hood of their car, blonde hair tangled in her loose tank top. Life’s brown eyes dance with amusement as the shopkeeper struggles over what to say. It’s the grating noise of the receipt machine that saves her from answering, and Life soon saunters out of the shop, magnet and goodies in tow.
NIGHT
Death leans down to make sure Life can tie the beige ribbon around her head, but Life wipes away the dirt and grime from her forehead before she does.
“You must be exhausted.” Life whispers, pressing a kiss on Death’s cheek that burns even after she pulls away.
They’re in the vacant parking lot of an old strip mall with Life looking at her like she’s about to collapse.
Death leans back on the driver’s seat and gives a tired, but grateful nod. “It’ll get easier.”
Life doesn’t answer; she only leans her head against Death’s shoulder and closes her eyes.
— ROADTRIP || Kat K.
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