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i’d love to tell you i had some deep revelation on my way down, that i came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera.
the truth? my only thought was: aaaaggghhhhh!
happy birthday, percy jackson!
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turn him into s t a r s and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the h e a v e n s so beautiful that the world will f a l l i n l o v e with the night and forget about the garish s u n.
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KAZ BREKKER: six of crows
“I’m a business man,“ he’d told her. "No more, no less.” “You’re a thief, Kaz.” “Isn’t that what I just said?”
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my toxic trait is that I will procrastinate every task and assignment and waste weeks or months of time that I should’ve been doing it, until just before the deadline when I get overwhelmed by stress and have a mental breakdown and chaotically do the whole thing in a few hours and submit it 2 minutes before the deadline
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𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 ↣ Morocco
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Do not let other people decide who you are. Decide for yourself.
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DRACO MALFOY
“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.”
@snakepitnet event: favorite character
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Then spit us out reborn.
Source: ashwinder
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books read in 2018 → the song of achilles by madeline miller
I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong. “Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.
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Patroclus, The Song of Achilles ( for @chqchang )
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Disney’s fairy tales | Tangled
Something brought you here, Flynn Rider. Call it what you want. Fate, destiny… A horse.
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“A land of fragrance, quietness, and trees, and flowers.”
— John Keats, from The Complete Poems & Selected Letters; “Hyperion,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Twelve-year-old Percy Jackson is on the most dangerous quest of his life.
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nina zenik.
you wouldn’t know a good time if it sidled up to you and stuck a lollipop in your mouth.
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They wanted a Grisha queen. Mal wanted a commoner queen. And what did I want? Peace for Ravka. A chance to sleep easy in my bed without fear. An end to the guilt and dread that I woke to every morning.
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A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people we are.
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (2013)
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and if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones