#cossette ♡

rosebudgirls:

his feelings for adam were an oil spill; he’d let them overflow and now there wasn’t a damn place in the ocean that wouldn’t catch fire if he dropped a match.  the ocean burned.

for@augustslandry✨

rosebudgirls:

halfway between where i’ve been and where i’m going
in between wondering why and finally knowing

rosebudgirls:

happy birthday, adam parrish! 

because adam practiced at many things, adam was good at many things, but this – what was it even called? scrying, sensing, magic, magic, magic. he was not only good at it, but he longed for it, wanted it, loved it in a way that nearly overwhelmed him with gratitude. he had not known that he could love, not really. gansey and he had fought about it, once – gansey had said, with disgust, stop saying privilege. love isn’t privilege. but gansey had always had love, had always been capable of love. now that adam had discovered this feeling in himself, he was more certain than ever that he was right. need was adam’s baseline, his resting pulse. love was a privilege. adam was privileged; he did not want to give it up. he wanted to remember again and again how it felt.

for@augustslandry ✨

rosebudgirls:

someone needs to tell those tales. when the battles are fought and won and lost, when the pirates find their treasures and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of lapsang souchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping narrative. there’s magic in that. it’s in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. from the mundane to the profound. you may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. that tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words. that is your role, your gift. your sister may be able to see the future, but you yourself can shape it, boy. do not forget that… there are many kinds of magic, after all.

happy birthday, @southerland​  

rosebudgirls:

celia had loved the sea. loved the whitecaps that foamed like milk, the waltz of sunlight atop the peaks. kasey did not. the sea was a trillion strands of hair, infinitely tangled on the surface and infinitely dense beneath. it distorted time: minutes passed like hours and hours passed like minutes out there. it distorted space, made the horizon seem within reach. and it was the perfect place for hiding secrets.

— the ones we’re meant to find, by joan he

rosebudgirls:

@storyseekers event 15: character that i relate to — january andrews, beach read 

“it’s not about what’s happened. it’s about how you cope with things, who you are. you’ve always been this fierce fucking light, and even when you’re at your worst, when you feel angry and broken, you still know how to be a person. how to tell people you- you love them.”