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[aredhels]

THE INVISIBLE LIFE OF ADDIE LARUE by V.E. Schwab

Being forgotten, she thinks, is a bit like going mad. You begin to wonder what is real, if you are real. After all, how can a thing be real if it cannot be remembered?

[catlaila]

...many boys will bring you flowers...

@patorcles​ asked ⟶ soc + flower language

[venka]

✦ @booksociety​​’s All By Myself event: The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid 

People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is ‘you’re safe with me’- that's intimacy.

[currypuff]

@sixofcrowsnet​ heist : underrated characters 

                                 “Kaz seems to think I’m worth a great deal now.”

[kjyd]

@sixofcrowsnet hunger games: the dregs for @ravencycle

crows remember human faces. they remember the people who feed them, who are kind to them. and the people who wrong them too. they don’t forget. they tell each other who to look after and who to watch out for. (insp.)

[stadwatch]

Your spirit brings me pleasure, Wraith. I can’t remember the last time anyone drew first blood on me.

↠ Dunyasha x Inej for @kuweiyulbo

[marebarrow]

@sixofcrowsnet gift exchange — SANKTA ALINA. a dark alina playlist for @luthien [LISTEN]

“i’m the sun summoner, it gets dark when i say it does.”

[elwinged]

@projectliterature event 01 : 2020 releases — tweet cute

“The tweet that launched a thousand other tweets.”

“To think we were only mildly sleep-deprived, then.”

[daphneblakess]

@sixofcrowsnet gift exchange: zoya nazyalensky for @sargents

(playlist)

[kuweiyulbo]

@sixofcrowsnet hunger games event: inej + character posters for @callmegrisha

But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary.

[otterwithaknife]

[Image ID: Two pieces of pixel art for brian david gilbert’s dances moving. The first shows a yellow sun rising partially over two dark mountains in a blue and pink sky. The light reflects on an ocean. In a white pixellated font, the phrases “The sun is rising up half the way” and “I never thought I’d see the day” are superimposed over the ocean. 

The second image shows a moon whose bottom half has crumbled into pieces and is falling to the bottom of the image. The sky behind it is a gradient goes from dark to medium blue, and stars are a yellow to pink gradient. The text at the top reads “The moon is crumbling, but that’s okay” and “I never thought I’d see the day.”]

Somehow, maybe now I’ll find the words to say / Never thought I’d see the day.

- Brian David Gilbert’s Dances Moving (2017) dir. Laura Kathryn Gilbert

[aredhels]

the invisible life of addie larue » playlist

the night was all you had you ran into the night from all you had found yourself a path upon the ground

listen on spotify

[catlaila]

@ravencyclenetwork​ search: series favorites 

they were loud and triumphant and kings of henrietta, because they'd found the ley line and because it was starting, it was starting.

[noahczreny]

pride month edits: bi characters (5/15)  — rhy maresh, shades of magic

because unless you plan to wed me yourself — and don’t get me wrong, i think we’d make a dashing pair — i must try and find a mate

[alinastarkovz]

badass females: Inej Ghafa

“You may still die in the Dregs.”

Inej's dark eyes had glinted. “I may. But I'll die on my feet with a knife in my hand.”

[yelenabelovq]

june claremont-diaz: the sanctified idea of southernness at it’s best