the trees speak latin

The shadows are not real. The dreams can never hurt you. You will be safe as long as you stay away from Gallant.

love is for children, said the girl. death is for fools, said the shadow. darkness is my destiny, said the boy. allegiance is my undoing, said the eagle. suffering is our fate, said the beauty. and they were all horribly wrong.

A life without purpose may be no life, but a life without love is nothing but an existence.

“The sun is up, the sky is blue, and murder is in the air.”

There are days when she mourns the prospect of another year, another decade, another century. There are nights when she cannot sleep, moments when she lies awake and dreams of dying. But then she wakes, and sees the pink and orange dawn against the clouds, or hears the lament of a lone fiddle, the music and the melody, and remembers there is such beauty in the world. And she does not want to miss it—any of it.

red, white and royal blue by casey mcquiston

THE SEVEN HUSBANDS OF EVELYN HUGO  — in the style of an old noir film.

Flushed with starlight and moonlight drowned, All the dreamers are castle-bound. At midnight’s stroke, we will unwind, Revealing fantasies soft or unkind. Show me debauched nightmares or sunniest daydreams. Come not as you are but as you wish to be seen.

The rest face their greatest acting challenge yet: convincing the police, and themselves, that they are blameless.

lu’s reading list in 2021 - inej ghafa, leigh bardugo ↳ you couldn’t train a falcon, then expect it not to hunt

Flushed with starlight and moonlight drowned, All the dreamers are castle-bound. At midnight’s stroke, we will unwind, Revealing fantasies soft or unkind. Show me debauched nightmares or sunniest daydreams. Come not as you are but as you wish to be seen.

lu’s reading list in 2021 - rachel elizabeth dare, rick riordan ↳ it’s a little surprising to me too, but this is my fate. I saw it when I was in New York. I know why I was born with true sight. I was meant to become the oracle // I nodded, looking at rachel with respect. “you hit the lord of the titans in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush.”

lu’s reading list in 2021 - wylan van eck, leigh bardugo ↳ until this moment, wylan hadn't quite understood how much they meant to him. his father would have sneered at these thugs and thieves, a disgraced soldier, a gambler who couldn't keep out of the red. but they were his first friends, his only friends, and wylan knew that even if he'd had his pick of a thousand companions, these would have been the people he chose.

make me choose  →   kaltainrompeir asked: richard gansey or ronan lynch

yes, my brave one. they are beautiful tonight.

happy birthday @elizabethsbenet !

adam parrish ✧ . * — he left bloody fingerprints on the rock, but there was something satisfying about that. i was here. i exist. i’m alive, because i bleed. he hadn’t stopped being thankful for his body. hello, adam parrish’s formerly chapped hands, i’m happy to have you.