Books I Read In 2022: I Kissed Shara Wheeler By Casey Mcquiston

ADAM PARRISH — the raven cycle

“being adam parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. he was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. the most important thing to adam parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master.”

Whoaa tht's me?

Thanks for the tag :)@nayshizzledivy

I made a uquiz! What are your best qualities? Because I refuse to accept your “I have none” reblogs on this post.

Check it out

this is the season for dreaming.

this is the season for dreaming.

alex & henry ± thousand “we meet so many people. i mean, thousands and thousands of people, and a lot of them are morons, and a lot of them

Can't take it all at once. TOO COMPLEX

SPOILERS: Red, White & Royal Blue + last chapter highlights

happy belated birthday @wrenhal 💕

@mcquistonsource event 02 : december surprise  —  for chloe [ @markoliver ] ♡

— June is often a mystery, a big ball of complex emotions and motivations, but her heart is honest and true.

Adulting to me involves the stuffy things I have to do to survive. Usually, somehow forcing myself to be a good little human by skirting around the outer edges of society.

This world forces people to suffer hours every day just so they can eat and live under a warm roof. What kind of world is this? Why isn’t food and safety a right? Why are people struggling with more than one job just to feed their children? This is a broken world.

So I have to pretend to be like the rest of the poor souls and adult my way through life. Push myself in ways I haven’t before. Pay a bill for something that makes no sense to me. Don’t even get me started on taxes. Why am I working just so some invisible entity can steal it all away?

Is that being an adult? Or a blind pushover?

“Adulting” only reminds me of what I dislike about this planet. There is so much more to living than being forced to sit in front of blinding screens and working our fingers raw for a mere nickel that will only be stolen away in the end.

I want people to see how beautiful life can be. That the pressures we face daily aren’t what being alive is about. Life is about expanding our minds and entwining our hearts with those we love. Everything else is an unnecessary burden to bury in an empty field, then covered over in blue wildflowers.

Forget this adulting business. It isn’t being an adult to take on these responsibilities. It just means a person is old enough to officially take on roles we’ve been trained for since we first stepped foot into school as children. All those long years of brainwashing just for these happy moments of being an adult. I’m not particularly proud of what humanity is doing to itself. *sighs and wanders off*

Please have some holiday FirstPrince art of Henry stuffing his Christmas cards with rosemary sprigs all because Casey McQuiston had the audacity to write this tweet:

❤️🎄💙🎄❤️🎄💙

We are all, in the private kingdom of our hearts, desperate for the company of a wise, true friend. Someone who isn’t embarrassed by our emotions, or her own, who recognizes that life is short and that all we have to offer, in the end, is love.

Cheryl Strayed