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A papercraft of Eugenides, from the amazingly wonderful Queen’s Thief series! The Thief has been one of my favorite books since it first blew my mind in elementary school, and it’s been such a joy following the subsequent books all through teenagerhood and into adulthood. The author Megan Whalen Turner was at a nearby YA book festival yesterday, and I made this artwork to give to her as a thank-you for the years of incredible stories!

The way Gansey saw it was this: if you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world to look. [ insp. @nhczerny ]

wolves were everywhere; in politics, on thrones, in beds. they cut their teeth on history and grew fat on war.

most anticipated 2019 releases: love from a to z by s.k. ali “i’m not a violent person. i’m not advocating violence. but i am an angry person. i’m advocating for more people to get angry. get moved.

the desert sings of loss, always loss, and if you stand quiet with your eyes closed, it will grieve you too. - candle and the flame, nafiza azad.

but one day i’ll have to explain about my nightmares. why they came. why they won’t ever really go away.

celebrate 100 with me!

i saw it all:  young zoya bleeding in the snow, heart full of valor. zoya of the lost city. zoya of the garden. you could not protect them then, and you cannot protect them now, not you and not your monster king.

for @booksociety‘s april event: enemies to lovers  ↳  T H E   W R A T H   A N D   T H E   D A W N   by renée ahdieh 

“Braccas meas vescimini!“ I wasn’t sure where the Latin came from. I think it meant ‘Eat my pants!’

I’ve taken knives, bullets, and too many punches to count, all for a little piece of this town. This is the city I bled for. And if Ketterdam has taught me anything, it’s that you can always bleed a little more. (Merry Christmas @romildas!)

six dangerous outcasts. one impossible heist.

                                                                                 ― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice.  

“ so try me on and i will tell you where you ought to be. ”

he raises his head. “you’re nothing like your father, monty. for a start, you’re far more decent than he is.” i’m not sure how, after all the terrible things i’ve done, he can possibly mean that. “you might be the only person left on earth who thinks me decent.” between us, i feel his knuckles brush mine. perhaps it’s by chance, but it feels more like a question, and when i spread my fingers in answer, his hand slides into mine. “then everyone else doesn’t know you.”

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us?           ➥  @marauderseranetwork favorite marauder