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"Crushed and broken," Gansey said. "Just the way women like 'em.” ― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys

ELAIN ARCHERON for @elainweekofficial

— Holly Black, from “The Cruel Prince.”

it's an album about the push and pull of stability and instability. it’s about the struggle that I live almost every day to not do something stupid. is it about love? yeah, of course it is. but that’s because it’s easy to disguise almost anything as a love song.

LITTLE WOMEN || Louisa May Alcott

She would r i s e.

Right after he spoke, Blue threw her arms tightly around his neck. Right after he spoke, she pressed her face into the side of his. Right after he spoke, she held him like a shouted word. Love, love, love.

It is not for such as me to say what might have been in your brother’s heart, Your Grace. The Princess Elia was a good and gracious lady, though her health was ever delicate.  — A Storm of Swords, Chapter 42

But you have nothing without it. Nothing meaningful at all. That's why I chose to do it. Over and over and over. Even when it bit me in the ass. And I will keep choosing it until the day I die.

“So that’s who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.”

“People think intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them and their response is “You’re safe with me”- that’s intimacy.”

@perseusnet​ ··– percy’s birthday week, Day (1):         · · · percy + blue         No hero is above fear, Percy. And you have risen above every hero.

lit meme: [4/5] protagonists → daisy jones i wore what i wanted when i wanted. i did what i wanted with who i wanted. and if somebody didn't like it, screw 'em.

“sometimes it feels like i didn’t even exist before that. like you invented me.”

lit meme: [5/7] otps → jude duarte & cardan greenbriar in my most wretched hours, i believe you will never come back. why would you, save for your ambition? you have always known exactly what i am and seen all my failings, all my weaknesses and scars. i flattered myself that at moments you had feelings for me other than contempt, but even were that true, they would make but a thin gruel beside the feast of your other greater desires. and yet my heart is buried with you in the strange soil of the mortal world, as it was drowned with you in the cold waters of the undersea. it was yours before i could ever admit it, and yours it shall ever remain

We love broken, beautiful people. And it doesn't get much more obviously broken and more classically beautiful than Daisy Jones.