"Last night I dreamt that I broke all your teeth
with my bare knuckles,
left your liar’s mouth bleeding and raw.
I tore that smile off your face,
I stuffed it down your throat.
Your love was like a dust bowl, dry cracked dirt
staining beige over my bones,
kissing hard ground and scorched throat,
kissing sunburnt skin.
I told the priest to soak my body in holy water,
to exorcise you with Latin chants and incense smoke.
I told the healer fix me, get him out of my skin.
I told the doctor I would swallow all the pills if it meant
that I could learn to breathe again,
could taste the air without your mouth on mine.
I told the poet, write me better.
Write me happy.
Write me whole again.

—All These Words Still Taste Like You | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)
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It’s my own name I’m afraid of forgetting.
Your true name is written here," she said tapping his chest. "Tattooed on your heart. You don’t let just anyone read it.
He shifted uncomfortably. “I know.


I want you to know my name,” he said. “The name I was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Alina?” […]
Yes,” I breathed.
After a long moment, he said, “Aleksander.” […]
His smile deepened and he cocked his head to the side. It almost hurt to see him this way. “Will you say it?” he asked.
I hesitated, feeling danger crowd in on me.
Aleksander,” I whispered.
His grin faded, and his gray eyes seemed to flicker.
Again,” he said.

(Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising)

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"Some roses have steel thorns." For ofvalkyries

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The Book Thief deleted scenes: I can’t leave now

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Insp x

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  #thg  #fav

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Filed under: Maybe things that shouldn’t have made me laugh inappropriate timing  but I did anyway

Oh Gansey….you know not what you say

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  #trc  #amazing

What I want to do with Jon is that he can’t be a hero straight away, and that’s what the writers are doing as well. He has to learn,” Harington tells Zap2it. “I think this season he really starts learning. He starts being able to control his temper more, which he’s not been so good at in the past.

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"And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins."

C. S. Lewis  (via lastisle)
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tmi/tid meme: [1/7] seven relationships 

∟ William Herondale and Tessa Gray - “I want you to be happy, and him to be happy. And yet when you walk that aisle to meet him and join yourselves forever you will walk an invisible path of the shards of my heart, Tessa. I would give over my own life for either of yours. I would give over my own life for your happiness. I thought perhaps that when you told me you did not love me that my own feelings would fall away and atrophy, but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that. It is unfair to tell you this, I know, when you can do nothing about it.”

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Father she has not been forged between the dip of my teeth, she is not my rib, or my left side, she is my entire stomach, she is my spine. (x)

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WiFi: connected
Me: then fucking act like it
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TMI/TID Appreciation Week!

  • The Mortal Instruments - Day 3 - Favorite scene: Clary and Sebastian in Paris.

I know a lot of people repudiates Sebastian for what he did, but this is my favorite scene: Clary and Sebastian walking through Paris, almost like normal siblings. It was in this scene, while one or Sebastian wondered if there was forgiveness for people like him, I realized that maybe he was not only what the demon blood made ​​him who had more behind that kid who wanted to burn down the world.

“Why did you?” Clary asked.

“Why did I what?”

“Help me back there.”

“You’re my sister.”

She swallowed. In the morning light, Sebastian’s face had some color in it. There were faint burns along his neck where demon ichor had splashed him.
“You never cared that I was your sister before.”
“Didn’t I?” His black eyes flicked up and down her. “Our father’s dead,” he said. “There are no other relatives. You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns. You are the only one left whose blood runs in my veins, too. You are my last chance.” 

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