#tuserchelle

oh! uhh...what i meant to say is bloom's a name i like a lot, but it's not my name. actually, my real name is...veranda of, of, valisto. yup. that’s me.

Giant light beams, flying bison, airbenders. I think I’ve got midnight sun madness. I’m going home to where stuff makes sense.

In that one brief moment, I actually wondered if ‘okay’ or something like it might still be possible. But that is how a tragedy like ours or King Lear breaks your heart–by making you believe that the ending might be happy, until the very last minute.

“Until this moment, Wylan hadn't quite understood how much they meant to him. His father would have sneered at these thugs and thieves, a disgraced soldier, a gambler who couldn't keep out of the red. But they were his first friends, his only friends, and Wylan knew that even if he'd had his pick of a thousand companions, these would have been the people he chose.”

hope you like it claire!!♡

For a true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart.

fleur delacour for @dralington

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