I’m afraid to tell you that I miss you because I know you won’t say it back.
—  💜

“Why do you still care about her after what she did to you?”

“Because it doesn’t work like that. Giving a shit about someone that you give a shit about, doesn’t just evaporate the second that they fuck up.”

—  the magicians
Finishing ACOMAF
  • Me: FUCK YOU TAMLIN!!!!
  • Me: FUCK YOU LUCIEN!!!
  • Me: FUCK YOU MORTAL QUEENS!!!
  • Me: FUCK YOU JURIAN!!!!
  • Me: FUCK YOU KING OF HYBERN!!!!
  • Me: FUCK THE WHOLE WORLD, BUT DON'T FUCKING SEPARATE MY OTP!!!!
  • Me: NOOOOOOOO!!!!
  • ME: *whispers* why did you do this, Sarah J Maas??? Why must you hurt me like this???
  • Me: *throws book across the room*
  • Me: *cries until the Feysand reunion, because there fucking sure as hell has to be one*
Sometimes I wonder if I should tell you all that goes on in my head. Because honestly, I know you have no idea. But I just can’t. Bringing it up, bringing up what happened? It hurts. It hurts me like nothing ever has before. It’s easier to keep pretending like it never happened, and just deal with it myself instead. But months have gone by and I’m scared. How many months will go by with me still remembering what you did, until my heart can’t take the pain you caused anymore?
—  Will this be what takes us down?