#incjghvfa

it’s not every day you meet someone that understands the things you love, but somehow i’ve crossed paths with someone who really does.

“one minute he made her blush and the next he made her want to commit murder.”

I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.

“how come she married him? She hated him!” “nah, she didn’t.”

“a young woman was standing in the doorway, a woman of such breathtaking beauty that the room seemed to have become strangely airless.”

“what about the rest of us? what about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? we learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. we learn to wring magic from the ordinary. that was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. when the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.”