#donein2021

and yet, they hesitated. the knowledge that they might never see each other again, that some of them—maybe all of them—might not survive this night hung heavy in the air. a gambler, a convict, a wayward son, a lost grisha, a suli girl who had become a killer, a boy from the barrel who had become something worse.

now i'm mad about i don't know what / all i know is that this isn't fun / the more i wrap myself up / the more i'm coming undone

he called you a cowboy. what did he mean? what are you? just a humble bounty hunter, ma'am.

we have to adapt to the changes in our lives… it’s the only way things can get better.

i would teach my body to regrow my heart each time i gave it to him, over and over and over again. heart after heart after heart — every one of them his.

edit inspo.

circe, he says, it will be all right.... he does not mean that it does not hurt. he does not mean that we are not frightened. only that: we are here. this is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. this is what it means to be alive.

"holy shit."