ValentinaINFJ ◦ 22
I spend my days crying over
fictional characters and Max Irons.

I'm a khaleesi not a queen,
for fuck's sake mate.
Currently reading:
Crown of Midnight

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the oliver to my felicity
the warner to my juliette
the noah to my blue
the darkling to my alina
the ruby to my liam

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mariephantomhive:

It’s the core of monster making, actually. Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable—your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers—and pretend they’re across the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you.

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R e m e m b e r ?” he asks. “This is where you kissed me.” So the heavy dose of morphling administered after the whipping wasn’t enough to erase that from his consciousness. “I didn’t think you’d remember that,” I say. “Have to be dead to forget. Maybe even not then,” he tells me. "Maybe I’ll be like that man in ‘The Hanging Tree’. Still waiting for an answer." Gale, who I have never seen cry, has tears in his eyes. To keep them from spilling over, I reach forward and press my lips against his. We taste of heat, ashes, and misery. It’s a surprising flavour for such a gentle kiss. He pulls away first and gives me a wry smile. “I knew you’d kiss me.” “How?” I say. Because I didn’t know myself. “Because I’m in pain,” he says. “That’s the only way I get your attention.”
R e m e m b e r ?” he asks. “This is where you kissed me.” So the heavy dose of morphling administered after the whipping wasn’t enough to erase that from his consciousness. “I didn’t think you’d remember that,” I say. “Have to be dead to forget. Maybe even not then,” he tells me. "Maybe I’ll be like that man in ‘The Hanging Tree’. Still waiting for an answer." Gale, who I have never seen cry, has tears in his eyes. To keep them from spilling over, I reach forward and press my lips against his. We taste of heat, ashes, and misery. It’s a surprising flavour for such a gentle kiss. He pulls away first and gives me a wry smile. “I knew you’d kiss me.” “How?” I say. Because I didn’t know myself. “Because I’m in pain,” he says. “That’s the only way I get your attention.”

"You said to us once before," said Hermione quietly, "that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We’ve had time, haven’t we?"

"You said to us once before," said Hermione quietly, "that there was time to turn back if we wanted to. We’ve had time, haven’t we?"

“If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can’t grow wings,” he say’s.
“Real or not real?”
“Real,” I say. “But people don’t need wings to s u r v i v e.”
M o c k i n g j a y s    d o.”


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