EVERLARK WEEK II » day 5 | fanart friday
I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.
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EVERLARK WEEK II » day 5 | fanart friday
I can never shake the connection between this boy, Peeta Mellark, and the bread that gave me hope, and the dandelion that reminded me that I was not doomed.
âžł Book Accurate Fancast of The Hunger Games

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THE KNIGHT AND THE MOTH
“it’s not true, you know,” he said. “you don’t have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you.”
Beach Read by Emily Henry
«I want to know you,” I told him. “I want that,” he murmured into my hair. »
side by side, they were very much alike, in similarity less of lineament than of manner and bearing, a correspondence of gesture which bounced and echoed between them so that a blink seemed to reverberate, moments later, in a twitch of the other's eyelid. their eyes were the same color of gray, intelligent and calm.
What are the dead anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star?

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quotes from the secret history (1992)
literature moodboards: station eleven by emily st. john mandel
“i stood looking over my damaged home and tried to forget the sweetness of life”
kitay was pure. he was the best person she had ever known. kitay shouldn’t know how it felt to call a god of vengeance. kitay was the last thing in the world that was still fundamentally kind and good, and she’d die before she corrupted that.
for @henwilsons, the other half of my soul.