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a little something i wrote a while back

Once, in a world far away from here, there was silence.

An effervescent silence, one so long and so eternal that no one alive had ever known sound.

With no sound for millions and millions of years, the silence had become deafening.

Neena Aiyalah had never known the joy of music, or of hearing a child’s laughter, or even her own mother telling her she loved her.

She has never known anything other than silence.

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The old woman came to my room every day, and poured some concoction smelling of tea tree oil in my ears, always moving her mouth in ways I didn’t understand.

Then, after about two weeks of this incessant oil-pouring, it hit me.

It hit me, more loudly than the silence that had permeated my existence since I’d exited my mother’s womb. More sharply than the needle of yearly shots. More infinite than the universe

This sensation, it was like a blanket that had previously been over my senses was ripped away.

I suddenly felt everything.

Too much, it was almost too much.

Tears came to my eyes as the old woman came to me. This time, when she opened her mouth, I heard it.

That one elusive thing I had never been able to sense or analyze.

I heard sound.

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A Court of Mist and Fury, Sarah J. Maas

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Sally sells #acofas by the sea shore.

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how do i blackout you?

freya ridings

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a poem

where have you gone, beloved? into what wild world have you fled? paralysis claims my bones, trying to wander this life without you. my memories of you fade with every passing day. yesterday I knew the sweet lilt of your voice, and but the day before, the gentle calluses of your hands. the only fading shapes left to me now are your orbs of brightest blue. oh beloved, one more touch, one more look. don't leave me lonely. if i close my eyes, i can almost see it again. i've stumbled and strode, sprinted and slowed, through this li(f)e we've been given. the sweet darkness of night gives way to brutal sunlight, shedding wicked light upon our existence, every failure and tragedy, every success and achievement. this lie, one that lulls us into believing, it's begun to fade away. it's all begun to fade away. where has it gone, beloved?

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close my eyes and think of you, go to sleep and dream of you, we don’t get to be here long, i gave you the best of me, loved you more than anything, but we don’t get to be here long. -NEEDTOBREATHE

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sorry

hey guys i find out if i get into a really prestigious semester program on friday, so i’m really sorry i haven’t been posting lately, i’ve been up the wall with anxiety. keep your fingers crossed! i love you all!!

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genuinely surprised someone didn’t murder cass in the cradle... oh well, more nessian content bc he’s alive!

Shoutout to Rhys’ mother, who raised not only him but also 2 Illyrians (one of which was... you know... Cassian).

It’s amazing she didn’t murder them in their sleep.

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story of my life

End of Empire of Storms: ok so I’ve hit rock bottom, and the only way to go now is up!!

*reads KoA excerpt*: Nevermind, I brought a shovel and I’m not afraid to dig.

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Rhysand: I am High Lord of the Night Court, fear me-

Mor: you walked into a wall twice today because you were too busy staring at Feyre

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you all are worth the world

Here’s to the women who’ve fought for themselves and for their worlds

Here’s to the women who despite the difficulties and demons they face, still don’t fail to be kind

Here’s to the women who have lost so much

Here’s to the women who fight for those who cannot

Here is to the women who have taught us so much about strength and kindness

Here is to Aelin Ashryver Galathynius,

To Manon Blackbeak

To Kaltain Rompier

To Elide Lochan

To Lysandra Ennar

To Yrene Towers

To Nehemia Ytger

To Hasar, Princess of Antica

To Ansel Briarcliff

To the Thirteen

To Feyre Archeron

To Morrigan

To Nesta Archeron

Here is to Sarah J Maas

Here is to all of you

Happy International Womens Day

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festina lente (hurry slowly)

Christopher Marlowe

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writer's block: yes i'm definitely going to get rid of her writer's block for everything but her major piece.

me: but???

writer's block: i don't remember asking for your opinion peasant.

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sweetheart, you deserve the moon and the stars and everything in between.

never let anyone tell you differently.

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darkness- a poem

the darkness has always been there, 

lurking in the shadows. 

even in rooms of brightest sunlight,

it lies in wait to pounce on my tomorrows. 

maybe i’d always been broken like this,

maybe since before the dawn of time, i was meant to be like this.

but for a while, it went away, 

all thanks to chris.

but darkness has a way of finding you again,

of showing up when you least expect it.

it never leaves,

and it shows incredible grit.

i’ve had two sides as long as i can remember,

the darkness being one.

it used to swallow me whole,

and it used to block out the sun.

now that relationship is null and void,

and my two sides have made a new appearance,

i’ve learned something new,

and to my darkness i bear no adherence.

a poem says “there is no light without darkness,”

no one can survive without a touch of it.

my darkness has been reined in,

and my mind has been moonlit.

i used to stare at people and wonder

“how does one live with both light and darkness?”

but then i learned, 

in darkness, one finds catharsis.

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“If I am not for myself, who will be?”

— Pirke Avoth

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why yes, I do work out. how? by destroying my enemies.

Nesta: *before training* I need to burn calories.

Cassian: *suggestively* Kissing burns calories.

Nesta: So does mercilessly destroying my enemies.