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at the end of the world

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unseeliexlinnea:

She peered into his container and smiled. “It looks delicious, if you don’t want it.” It’s much easier to mooch food off of people, and if he didn’t want it, all the better for her.

❛  and i take it you do?  ❜  a small grin FLASHES over his otherwise mellow face, and he shrugs, handing the box over without much thought.  ❛   i guess it’s better than throwing it out.  ❜   how did that old proverb go?  ❛  waste not, want not — or something like that.  ❜

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❛  this,  ❜  he cautiously PEERS down at the red-striped box of hot sauce-covered cauliflower the oddly popular food truck parked across the street sold him, gently poking at it with his plastic fork as he considers just tossing the strange thing away — but what a waste of money that would be.  ❛   has got to be the strangest combination of food i’ve ever seen.  ❜   

or maybe his palate just isn’t adventurous enough to accept anything mildly bizarre. 

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Name one hero who was happy. You can’t. I can’t. I know. They never let you be famous AND happy. I’ll tell you a secret. Tell me. I’m going to be the first. Swear it.  Why me? Because you’re the reason. Swear it. I swear it. I swear it. I feel like I could eat the world r a w.

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                - name one hero who was happy

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TOP 20 CHARACTERS AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS ➝ #18, patroclus

i will never leave him. it will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. if i had had words to speak such a thing, i would have. but there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. as if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. i did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong. “patroclus,” he said. he was always better with words than i.

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I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender, or too slow. This and this and this! I taught him how to skip stones, and he taught me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.