“I thought, this is the most incredible thing I have ever seen, and I had better keep it a safe distance away from me. I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire. And then I was a careless fool, and I fell in love with you anyway. When you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you. And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it? Sometimes, even now, I still can't.”

the night circus by erin morgenstern

r for red, white & royal blue chosen by @pjatos       ❝ When Alex was a kid, before anyone knew his name, he dreamed of love like it was a fairy tale, as if it would come sweeping into his life on the back of a dragon one day. When he got older, he learned about love as a strange thing that could fall apart no matter how badly you wanted it, a choice you make anyway. He never imagined it’d turn out he was right both times.❞

“am i a troubled kid? yeah. you could say that.”

“You know,” she’d said, “they say people are like snowflakes, each one unique, but I think they’re more like skies. Some are cloudy, some are stormy, some are clear, but no two are ever the same.”

“neil thought about renee’s bruised knuckles, dan’s fierce spirit, and allison holding her ground on court a week after seth’s death. […] he felt compelled to say, ‘some of the strongest people I’ve known are women’.”

“i should be afraid. instead, i lift my chin from where i kneel. let defiance shine from my eyes.”

@perseusnet ··– q u e s t # 1, favorite character → annabeth chase
Even strength has to bow to wisdom sometimes.

literature family ··– inej ghafa for aashna [@venka]          · · · she was inej ghafa, and she would not q u i v e r  like a rabbit in a s n a r e .

in his bed, he struggled to move. just after waking, after dreaming, his body belonged to no one. he looked at it from above, like a mourner at a funeral.

insp, x, x, x.

@fictiondaily event 1: minimalistic

I used to think soul mates were two of the same. I used to think I was supposed to look for somebody that was like me. I don’t believe in soul mates anymore and I’m not looking for anything. But if I did believe in them, I’d believe your soul mate was somebody who had all the things you didn’t, that needed all the things you had. Not somebody who’s suffering from the same stuff you are

But that is how a tragedy like ours or King Lear breaks your heart—by making you believe that the ending might still be happy, until the very last minute.

                                            WE HUNT THE FLAME.

“I can’t,” Neil said. “I have a bit of an attitude problem.”