#queerlitnet

But the truth is, also, simply this: love is indomitable. (x)

"He is half of my soul, as the poets say."

(x)

in the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

fight because you don’t know how to die quietly. win because you don’t know how to lose. this king’s ruled long enough—it’s time to tear his castle down.

that’s why we call him wylan van sunshine.

but i’m— i’m a— ginger? she tsks. yeah, it’s surprising to me, too, but i did have a thing for anne of green gables in second grade. i laugh out loud. shut up.

— I can't match you for prose, but what I can do is write you a list. (red, white and royal blue)