lit ladies ❀ blue sargent; “she was decidedly uncomfortable with the switchblade. although she very much liked the idea of it—blue sargent, desperado; blue sargent, superhero; blue sargent, badass—she suspected that the only thing she would cut the first time she opened it was herself. […] blue had indeed cut herself. after adam had gone into the reading room, she’d experimentally opened the switchblade and it had obligingly attacked her. it was just a scratch, really. it barely warranted a band-aid, but she put one on anyway.”
lit ladies ❀ inej ghafa; what about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? we learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. we learn to wring magic from the ordinary. that was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. when the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.