the air is so clear, it shivers

the raven cycle: cliques

Walt Whitman’s handwritten lines from his poem “To the States”

[insp.]

Gansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in control, able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more fragile Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naive longing. (requested.)

movie scene edit: the dream thieves (2013)

VICIOUS re-imagined as an animated series

The well-meaning items always addressed the most obvious parts of him. Welsh kings or old Camaros or other young people who had travelled the world for bizarre reasons no one else understood. No one dug down past that, and he supposed he didn’t much encourage it. There was a lot of night in those days behind him, and he preferred to turn his face into the sun. Ganseylike. What was Ganseylike?

Currently reading: A Darker Shade of Magic || V.E. Schwab

“what a strange constellation they all were”

“In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.”

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“I was never a prefect myself. My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities. Like the ability to behave myself.”

THE BELL JAR by Sylvia Plath “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”

all for the game (foxhole court), the raven cycle, six of crows, harry potter, mythology, aesthetic/photography

Who was Delilah Bard? (…) She bent most of the rules. She broke the rest. And she wanted to know why. How. If she was just a blip in the universe, an anomaly, or something more.