#nickie

monstrouss:

how many times have you told me you’re a monster? sobe a monster. 

sudaji:

@fantasysociety game 05 | quotes | the atlas six by @olivieblake​

we are empty and trying to fill, lighting ourselves on fire just to prove that we are normal—that we are ordinary. that we, like anything, can burn.

foggydevils:

there, weeping, a tsarevna lies locked in a cell.
and master grey wolf serves her very well.
there, in her mortar, sweeping beneath the skies,
the demon baba yaga flies.
there tsar koschei,
he wastes away,
poring over his pale gold.

~ Catherynne M. Valente

meabhd:

JUST LET THEM HOLD HANDS

poirot:

Every Agatha Christie Book I’ve Read: the pale horse(1961)

Your criminal is someone who wants to be important, but who never will be important, because he’ll always be less than a man.

luciehercndale:

Anoshe. That was it.
Until another day.

amjnyard:

LIT MEME — [2/10] books/series 

They wanted a Grisha queen. Mal wanted a commoner queen. And what did I want? Peace for Ravka. A chance to sleep easy in my bed without fear. An end to the guilt and dread that I woke to every morning. 

aleccto:

_{“And she could not help but thinking, How many times have you played this scene, old man? It’s new and raw for me, but not for you, no.”  - catherynne m. valente}

sudaji:

@grishaverseonline secret santa | for @thegreywaren; happy holidays!

some people see a magic trick and say, ‘impossible!’ they clap their hands, turn over their money, and forget about it ten minutes later. other people ask how it worked. they go home, get into bed, toss and turn, wondering how it was done. It takes them a good night’s sleep to forget all about it. and then there are the ones who stay awake, running through the trick again and again, looking for that skip in perception, the crack in the illusion that will explain how their eyes got duped; they’re the kind who won’t rest until they’ve mastered that little bit of mystery for themselves. I’m that kind.

aleds:

@dailyaoc event 03: retellings—spin the dawn

“i, too, once journeyed beyond the stars.”
“what did you find?”
his voice turned lethally soft. “that it’s just the beginning.”

insp.

woodvalles:

when i look up, charlie isn’t watching me so much as reading me, his eyes traveling back and forth over my face like he can translate each line and shadow into words.

book lovers by emily henry

rosebudgirls:

for those with impossible dreams and for those who feel dreaming is impossible. there is so much waiting for you on the horizon. 

—a far wilder magic by allison saft 

wespers:

I’ll let you in on one of life’s little secrets: most people are so caught up in their own internal drama and so worried about their own problems, they rarely pay attention to anyone or anything else for very long.