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The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

“I realized, that she had been spoon-fed a story from the day she was born. She had been taught no other way to be. And yet, I saw that despite everything, some part of her was self-made. This part, small as it appeared at first, was forged in the fire of her own strength, and resisted her cage. And I understood…that this part was made of steel. The part who she truly was.”

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tané & the great nayimathun from the priory of the orange tree

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“When Fýredel closed his jaws, all was silent. Black vapours billowed from the tower, clearing slowly. Ead waited, heart tight as a drum, until she saw the figure in the smoke. Sabran Berethnet was unscathed. ‘It is my turn to give you a warning. A warning from my forebear,’ she said breathlessly, ‘that if you make war against Virtudom, this hallowed blood will quench your fire. And it will not return.’“

-The Priory of the Orange Tree by @sshannonauthor

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“Come. I would see you walk under the sun today.” 

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your future self loves you. they will look through old photos of you with affection, not disgust, nor embarrassment. they wish they could tell you stories of your future, of how much you’ll change, of the people you’ll meet, of how you’ll eventually learn to accept yourself, then love yourself. they will read your diary entries and poems and favourite lyrics, heart aching, tears in their eyes. if only you knew...

your future self loves you. if only they could show you. they are living proof. you’ll turn out okay after all. they wish they were there to console you, dance with you, and make you write it a hundred times: “I AM LOVED”. they will listen to playlists you made, just to experience you again. they will write you a letter - of forgiveness, longing, reassurance. you will never read it. but you will know.

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I. AM. SCREAMING.

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Natalie Wee, “On the Queer Girl Fantasy,” Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines // The Wilmington Morning Star, North Carolina, December 9, 1915

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I was so fortunate that I got to be in her gravitational field even for a moment. - Oscar Isaac

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It’s the season of pink 🌸

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Happy birthday to the boy with sunshine in his smile ♡

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Moon and Venus

Credit: U. Reichert

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Clueless (1995) dir. Amy Heckerling

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