i have this silent awe and appreciation for experience and wisdom that comes with time. when monotony and redundancy turn into a craft, when the amateur turns into an expert, when it becomes effortless to others. but there is practice hidden underneath it all. years of it. it is how my father can measure distances without any instruments because he has been an engineer for so long and his kids watch him do it in awe. it is how i know just the correct amount of milk and sugar when i make coffee for the people i love and they think it to be alchemy. it is the combination of efficiency and knowledge that only time can bring. gifted talents are great, but a time-honed talent is labor and repetition. you claim it as your own because time has made it yours, time has etched it like a schoolkid etches their initials on the desk over a period of time
Midnights, Midnights (3am edition), Midnights (Til Dawn edition), Midnights (Breaking Dawn edition), Midnights (Twilight edition), Midnight (Sun Edition) (from Edward's pov), Midnights-
I think You're Losing Me doesn't need to resonate only in a romantic-relationship type of way. The bridge particularly encapsulates perfectly how much it hurts when you are the type of person who is used to chasing after the people you love, albeit a partner, a friend, or a family member. The hard part is when you realize that it's only been you working all along for the relationship and they don't care enough to chase after you at all or even meet you halfway. You get tired and you realize that you need to give up because begging cannot make a person care. You realize you've been holding your broken heart together by sheer hope that they might see how much you've been hurting for them to see you.
Leigh bardugo you can have my SOUL for that 3rd ninth house book. Please.
“And it is not far enough!”
“Do you think there’s a corner of this Earth that you could travel to far away enough free me from this torment?”
“[…] that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence”
“You are the bane of my existence”
“And the object of my desires”
as each year goes by I feel more and more lost and also more and more like myself
characters about their morally grey bf: so WHAT if he’s the devil? at least the devil has a JOB! at least he’s active in the community!
Life hurts, but it goes on
Sometimes things don’t work out. It’s ok I don’t need to catastrophise. The world will keep turning. Dinner needs to be made. I get to tuck myself into bed. I am feeling vulnerable tonight and that’s okay .
I’m fine
im kinda a bit obsessed with how Alex cares so deeply about Darlington, is desperate to get him out of hell, but it's the same sort of loyalty she has for the rest of her tribe. she'd go just as hard for Dawes, for example. she's clearly attracted to Darlington, but can't let herself believe in a world where she loves him because she's too much of a mess.
Darlington, on the other hand, just wants to fuck her so badly.