“This isn’t right,” he said, and in his voice I heard desperation, a new and unfamiliar anguish. His fingers skimmed my neck, cupped my face. I felt no surge of surety. No light stirred within me to answer his call. His grey eyes searched mine—confused, nearly frightened.
"You were meant to be like me. You were meant.. You’re nothing now.”
He dropped his hands. I saw the realization strike him.He was truly alone, and he always would be.
… and nothing could hold them. they were peeled apart and it wasn’t our fault. we were the openers of d o o r s, the lights in the d a r k n e s s. it was never supposed to happen
I’m 99% sure Zoya and I would be best friends and hate all the same people.
Books meme: Twenty series and books
[8/20] → Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor
the lunar chronicles» CINDER
even in the future, the story begins with once upon a time…
(feat. seychelle gabriel as cinder, and kim myungsoo as prince kai)
"All hail the Pirate King."
"Why dance around it? ‘Bastard King’ is more likely."
"Actually," I said, "they’re already calling you Korol Rezni.” I’d heard it whispered in the streets of Kribirsk: King of Scars.
Warbreaker - Siri & Susebron, Vivenna & Vasher
Finally decided to post them! Actually the sketches were done long ago when I was doing that Raoden & Sarene piece, but I am always not satisfied with my Warbreaker art QAQ
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Another Raoden/Spirit chibi ↓
greatest of the hogwarts four | listen - cunning, clever, ambitious, and dangerous — slytherin will help you on your way to greatness.
i. power by kanye west | ii. 400 lux by lorde | iii. the king and all of his men by wolf gang | iv. okay i believe you, but my tommy gun don’t by brand new | v. fame < infamy by fall out boy | vi. seven devils by florence + the machine | vii. manners by icona pop | viii. casual affair by panic! at the disco | ix. off to the races by lana del rey | x. clique by kanye west ft. jay z & big sean | xi. kill all your friends by my chemical romance
Marya Morevna, all in black, here and now, was a point at which all the women she had been met—the Yaichkan and the Leningrader and the chyerti maiden; the girl who saw the birds, and the girl who never did—the woman she was and the woman she might have been and the woman she would always be, forever intersecting and colliding, a thousand birds falling from a thousand oaks, over and over.