she smiles so rarely that each one–the genuine ones that light up her entire being–feels like a gift. like something private she has only reserved for me.

(inspo)

“stop being dense. you’re cuter when you’re smart”

juliette cai, these violent delights by @chloegong

“Today, I put this on your wound. Tomorrow, you help someone up when they fall. We're not meant to be alone.”

The magic wakes at midnight. It arrives in the form of a song.

@booksociety‘s behind the mask event: a song of wraiths and ruin

“I don’t need you to tell me how impressive I am, or how well-suited to your task. I’m well aware of my own skills.“