#alekzandermorozova

[lucent-knight]

The Grishaverse : Aleksander Morozova | The Darkling

He understood then. The Grisha lived as shadows did, passing over the surface of the world, touching nothing, forced to change their shapes and hide in corners, driven by fear as shadows were driven by the sun. No safe place. No haven.

[monstress]

“Aleksander," I whispered. A boy's name, given up. Almost forgotten.

[bellysconnie]

aesthetic tv posters: the handmaid’s tale (2017-present)

There was an Offred before me. She helped me find my way out. She’s dead. She’s alive. She is me. We are Handmaids. Nolite te bastardes carborundorum, bitches.

[forhyyh]

“Tell me it isn’t true,” he says. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me I’m blind. Tell me you love me.” My heart won’t stop screaming as it breaks in half. I can’t lie to him. “I don’t—I don’t know how to understand what I feel,” I try to explain. “Please,” he whispers. “Please just go—” “Aaron, please understand—I thought I knew what love was before and I was wrong—I don’t want to make that mistake again—” “Please”—he’s begging now—“for the love of God, Juliette, I have lost my dignity—”

[alarkling]

         Suddenly she is no longer / singing her maidenly songs          about her mother’s / beauty and fecundity. Where          the rift is, the break is. (x)

greek mythology: goddess of spring and queen of the underworld

[hilokaul]

“There’s no way around it, is there?” I ask. “We’re mortal enemies and I should be trying to kill you and everyone like you.”

He leans over, touches the tip of his forehead to mine, and closes his eyes. “Yes.” His gentle breath caresses my lips as he says the word.

I close my eyes too, and try to focus on the warmth of his forehead resting on mine.

[aly-naith]

[tartts]

“Once upon a time, an angel lay dying in the mist. And a devil knelt over him and smiled.”

[neitherheavenorhell]

He and Eli were bonded, by blood and death and science. They were alike, more so now than ever. And he had missed Eli. He wanted to see him. And he wanted to see him suffer. He wanted to see the look in Eli’s eyes when he lit them up with pain. He wanted his attention.

[julietteferarrs]

ya lit meme: two antagonists [1/2] — aleksander morozova

In this moment he was just a boy–brilliant, blessed with too much power, burdened by eternity.

[willskempen]

lit meme  ➝  ten books or series [1/10]  ➝  vicious by v. e. schwab

But these words people threw around - humans, monsters, heroes, villains - to Victor it was all just a matter of semantics. Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.

[nostlagiac]

and the sky was littered with the corpses of stars

this one night, i saw a million light years pass 

[bellysconnie]

aesthetic tv posters: 6teen (2004-2010)

Where would the human race be without the sick day? We'd still be living in trees eating bananas...and fish...and things. We're humans because millions of years ago, some ape took a day off and invented tools. That ape decided "I'm not going into the tree today. I'm going to go build a small car out of rocks or teach a cow to give me some milk." Next thing you know, we're golfing on the moon!

[forhyyh]

I wish to tell her that I am sorry. I wish to take this cup from her hands. I wish for things that I can never have, and in that, I think perhaps I am closer to them than I have ever been.  And still a billion light-years away.

[donnatartts]

was i glad to be alone now that sleep was upon me? yes. well, no. yes. but maybe not. yes, yes, yes. i was happy, and this was all that mattered, with others, without others, i was happy. 

[hilokaul]

I stare into his eyes for what felt like forever.

He leans into my ear. Lowers his voice. “Ignite, my love. Ignite.”