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    they were always walking away from him.          but he never seemed able to walk away from them.

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

the raven cycle by maggie stiefvater.

When she looked at the stars, something tugged at her, something that urged her to see more than stars, to make sense of the chaotic firmament, to pull an image from it. But it never made sense.

He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.

you could ask anyone: 300 fox way, henrietta, virginia, was the place to go for the spiritual, the unseen, the mysterious, and the yet-to-occur. for a not-unreasonable fee, any of the women under its roof would read your palm, pull your cards, cleanse your energy, connect you with deceased relatives, or listen to the dreadful week you had just lived through. during the business day, clairvoyance was often work. but on days off, when the mixed drinks emerged, it often became a game.

“what shall we toast to? toast to me, of course. oh yes, my mother, too.”

It is time for the Scorpio Races.

↳ sean kendrick. “i whisper like the sea in the horse’s ear.”

dreamer of dreams, fighter of men, skipper of classes.

i am so, so alive

3 0 0  F O X  W A Y  was cramped with extraneous people and whimsical objects. it hummed with conversation, music, telephones, old appliances. it was impossible to forget that all of these women were plugged into the past and tapped into the future, connected to everything in the world and to one another.

Trees in your eyes, stars in your heart.

The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater (2016) // King Arthur by Charles Ernest Butler - Detail (1903)

got to make a little gif for class… here’s the life (and death) of noah and gansey

“mornings at 300 fox way were fearful, jumbled things. elbows in sides and lines for the bathroom and people snapping over tea bags placed into cups that already had tea bags in them.”