e'ya razrushost.

[insp]

these words people threw around—humans, monsters, heroes, villains—to victor it was all just a matter of semantics.

In the mirror, he saw himself, a knight with bowed head, offering his service, a sword in his hand, a sword in his back. He felt no pain, only the ache in his heart. Choose me. There were tears on his cheeks, even as he felt the shame of it. She was no one, a girl who had lucked into a gift, who had done nothing to earn it. She was his queen.

/ Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. i tilted my head back. the stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. in the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.

actors are by nature volatile—alchemic creatures composed of incendiary elements, emotion and ego and envy. heat them up, stir them together, and sometimes you get gold. sometimes disaster.

“He was going to break my legs,” she said, her chin held high, the barest quaver in her voice. “Would you have come for me then, Kaz? When I couldn’t scale a wall or walk a tightrope? When I wasn’t the Wraith anymore?”

“I would come for you,” he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. “I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together - knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”

the secret history by donna tartt; does such a thing as “the fatal flaw,” that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature?

THE TREES SPEAK LATIN.

I expect her to say The Liar.

“Why do we breathe air? Because we love air? Because we don’t want to suffocate. Why do we eat? Because we don’t want to starve. How do I know I love her? Because I can sleep after I talk to her.”

you said yourself that the people of luna need a revolutionary. so i’m going to luna, and i’m going to start a revolution.

i told you, wraith. i am fearless. my blood flows with the strength of every queen and conqueror who came before me.

• the secret history, donna tartt

“But how,” said Charles, who was close to tears, “how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?’ Henry lit a cigarette. “I prefer to think of it,” he had said, “as redistribution of matter.”

      macaulay twins;  

           fixation or psychosis?

matthew turned his face away from the light. he crawled, as his father had crawled across another floor at the beginning of this endless day, until he was in the darkest and farthest corner of the room. he had not believed. he laid his cheek against the cold floor and refused to let himself weep again. he knew he could not be forgiven.

you might belong in hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, those patient hufflepuffs are true, and unafraid of toil