fate is laughing at us.

I’m now on dyeyourhandsblue sooooo go follow if you want to idk i think i’ve followed everyone i already followed here, but if i missed anyone just hmu

I’m now on dyeyourhandsblue sooooo go follow if you want to idk i think i’ve followed everyone i already followed here, but if i missed anyone just hmu

I’m now on dyeyourhandsblue sooooo go follow if you want to idk i think i’ve followed everyone i already followed here, but if i missed anyone just hmu

the pale // the reach

Hawke 100% zoom

why couldn’t you have just said Victim.

What she didn’t realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another. She was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another. Blue was perfectly aware that it was possible to have a friendship that wasn’t all-encompassing, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.

Winter Wonderland by Eltasia

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They had run. For him.

Her mind took the memory of mint and spun it into a related memory of him, one that Gansey didn’t have yet: the first time she had ever seen him. Not at Nino’s when he asked her out on Adam’s behalf. But that night in the churchyard when all of the spirits of the future dead walked past. One year — that was the longest that any of those spirits had. They would all be dead before the next St. Mark’s Eve. She had seen her first spirit: a boy in an Aglionby sweater, the shoulders of it spattered darkly with rain. “What’s your name?” “Gansey.” She couldn’t make it untrue.

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