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Omg hi. I just learned that Lethe is one of the five rivers of the Underworld in Greek mythology and ALSO is the river of forgetfulness. According to the myths, the good souls of the dead had to drink from Lethe and it would make them forget what they'd done and suffered in life.

Do you think maybe MAYBE somebody is going to lose their memories in book 2 in order to get Darlington back? Maybe Darlington or Alex? Oh God I don't know, I guess I'm grasping at straws by now.

Powerpuff Girls was actually a show about a group of small children crushing the patriarchy and no one will convince me otherwise

I really need a novella or else it was a horrible ending that I will proceed to ignore. *eyeroll*

The Potential Life of Addie Larue

(And How It Was Thwarted By The Final Chapter)

If you haven’t already read this post by @bluebellss1 I would highly recommend reading that first because it was what inspired this one (I was going to reblog and add on to the original post, but my own interpretation got so long I thought it might be easier to make a new one 🙈).

I love everything about the above mentioned post. And while I’m not a huge fan of shipping characters based off of themes/motifs (I’d rather ship them based on in-text evidence), I’ll admit there’s something that should have been super satisfying about Addie/Luc, but that the ending of TILOAL failed to provide for its characters and readers.

As bluebellss said, Addie represents the stars, and the symbolism for this is not at all subtle. The recurring phrase “a constellation of stars” in reference to Addie is evidence enough, and I believe Schwab even described Addie as a “girl made of stars” in an Instagram post before the book was released.

We know Luc is the night/darkness. We’re told this point blank, time and time again throughout the book. 

So when is the only time we ever truly see stars? At night. And what is darkness if we don’t have light to compare it to? Nothing.

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"But what was Darlington to Alex? A mentor? A protector? An ally? None of those words seemed sufficient. Had some soft-boiled part of her fallen for the golden boy of Lethe? Or was this something less easily named than love or desire?"

I just know my grandpa would have loved me so much. And I tear up every time they talk about him

one of the saddest things is when someone in your family tells you you would've loved someone who died before you were born. like my mother has told me & my best friend that we would have loved talking to her father. that me & my brothers have the same humor as our late uncle & even look like him. everyone is everywhere & nowhere & here & gone & dying & coming back. it's as though you know them through their shadow or their ghost or your own actions, but you won't ever really know. haunts me, i guess

It’s not my fault. It’s Richard Madden. 

Listen, I know he's the bad guy...but I'm still going to simp I'm sorry. It's Richard Madden I don't make the rules.

Is it just me or would Corey Mylchreest make a nice Darlington? Tell me these pictures don't give moody/angry smart potentially fancy boy ✨

I think one of the most profound forms of love is "I'll try that, for you. I may not like it, but I'll try it."

It's a confused middle-aged man in a pottery class, whose daughter is helping him with his clay's plasticity. It's a kid scrunching up their brow while listening to their mom's favorite music, trying to figure out why she likes it. It's a girlfriend who says "Yes, I'll go with you" and her girlfriend cheering and buying a second ticket for a con. It's a friend half dragging another friend through an aquarium, the one being dragged laughing and calling out "Wait, wait, I know we're here for the exhibit, but I haven't been here! Slow down!"

It's being willing to spend some of your time trying something new because it makes someone you love happy.

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