anonymous asked:

5 things I would put in a pentagram to summon you: 1. a cupcake, like a homemade one that was dense and a little lemony 2. feathers or eggshells, for the little bird thing :) 3. a beautiful, leather bound fairy tale book with golden leaves all over it 4. leaves, probably ferns or ivy leaves 5. my cat, because he would sit in it anyways to see what I was up to. <3 <3 <3 thanks for all you do for us!

YES! I would show up for sure, little bird 🌿

She was a leather bound book hiding high up on a shelf, covered in dust, waiting for me to explore every tattered corner. Her stories carefully bleeding off the pages leaving ink stains on my fingertips daring me to write sonnets and proses with them. She was my leather bound book, hiding high up on a shelf covered in dust, daring me to write our own fairy tale ending.
—  Dusty stories (10:03pm)

belongtohufflepuff  asked:

What's the best thing you ever got from the other?

Monty : you like asking personnal questions, don’t you? 

Jehan : that’s what an askbox is for, mon coeur. So what’s the best thing I got you~?

Monty : as a present? Or in the general sense of life?

Jehan : both ?

Monty : how am I supposed to answer that? You’ve given me so much…

Jehan : for me, I think it’s…that wonderful leather-bound book, you know ? And… your trust.

Monty : why would I not give you that? I’m the one who had so much to prove to you.

Jehan : you opened up to me, and that’s the most wonderful thing I could get from you

Monty : I always knew you were a strange person, Jehan Prouvaire. Letting a criminal like me into your life

Jehan : and I don’t regret it

Monty : I could have been dangerous for you, my love. And you gave me warmth, comfort and hot chocolate that night…

Jehan : hot chocolate cures the darkest soul, my love~ 

Monty : especially yours. You put in such an amount of marshmallows and sprinkles and whipped cream, and…

Monty : Yes, I think that is the best thing I got from you : that first cup of hot chocolate when you found me …

Jehan : my love….

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.