Like - okay, I dated this girl who was an artist, right? And she'd do figure drawing where she'd draw the negative space around a person first, and then fill in the person. and that's how I'm trying to look at it. maybe I don't know what fills it in yet, but I can look at the space around where I sit in the world, what creates that shape, and I can care about what it's made of, if it's good, if it hurts anyone, it makes people happy, if it makes me happy. And that can be enough for now.

@fictionnet event 04 - parallels: Jude Duarte & Cardan Greenbriar // Juliette Ferrars & Aaron Warner

Angel Rahimi & Jimmy Ricci from I Was Born For This

In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them.Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness.Her raven boys.

Wilder Girls by Rory Power

Let me tell you something, Mari. The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you. And once that happens, you've had it: things'll never be the same. All you can do is go on, living alone down there in the darkness...

Red queen by Victoria Aveyard

You do not know how fast you have been running, how hard you have been working, how truly exhausted you are, until somewhat stands behind you and says, “It’s OK, you can fall down now. I’ll catch you.

She had never really seen a pair of eyes like this. It was like standing in the doorway to a dark room, like balancing on a threshold, holding a lantern up and watching how it kissed some things gold and left other things in shadow. It was the kind of dark that hid and held a lot of things. A hot fluid dark, a summer tide pool dark, a wild breathless dark.

But you just do what you think is right, Ayla. It was never really a choice, was it? Wanting her. Killing her.

"For you, a thousand times over."

And I told the whole story over again. Because I liked—I like —to see what I can do.

I couldn’t quite believe how much I seriously loved Aled Last, even if it wasn’t in the ideal way that would make it socially acceptable for us to live together until we die.

It’s like that, with all of us here. Sick, strange, and we don’t know why. Things bursting out of us, bits missing and pieces sloughing off, and then we harden and smooth over.

“she didn’t remember him. But sometimes remembering isn’t for yourself, sometimes you do it to make someone else smile. Those lies were allowed.”