NOORA: It’s… It’s Just Like… Okay. Because I Feel Like We’ve… Just Talked About Everything.

|Skam Quotes|

Robert the Bruce & Elizabeth de Burgh Outlaw King (2018)

The Young Victoria (2009), dir. Jean-Marc Vallée

covinsky + height difference 

Are you coming with me?

Reylo Fic Rec: Of Penmanship and Discourse by @intp-slytherin97

This incredible fic just crossed 150K words, a monumental achievement, so I wanted to make a little something for it! In case you aren’t reading this fic already, you MUST. Definitely one of my favorite Reylo fics out there.

Read here on AO3

“Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme, … So, till the Judgement that yourself arise, You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes.”

– William Shakespeare, Sonnet 55

The Unbearable Weight of Staying

by Warsan Shire

i don’t know when love became elusive what i know, is that no one i know has it my fathers arms around my mothers neck fruit too ripe to eat, a door half way open when your name is a just a hand i can never hold everything i have ever believed in, becomes magic. i think of lovers as trees, growing to and from one another searching for the same light, my mothers laughter in a dark room, a photograph greying under my touch, this is all i know how to do, carry loss around until i begin to resemble every bad memory, every terrible fear, every nightmare anyone has ever had. i ask did you ever love me? you say of course, of course so quickly that you sound like someone else i ask are you made of steel? are you made of iron? you cry on the phone, my stomach hurts i let you leave, i need someone who knows how to stay.

The Myth of Innocence

by Louise Glück

One summer she goes into the field as usual stopping for a bit at the pool where she often looks at herself, to see if she detects any changes. She sees the same person, the horrible mantle of daughterliness still clinging to her.

The sun seems, in the water, very close. That’s my uncle spying again, she thinks— everything in nature is in some way her relative. I am never alone, she thinks, turning the thought into a prayer. Then death appears, like the answer to a prayer.

No one understands anymore how beautiful he was. But Persephone remembers. Also that he embraced her, right there, with her uncle watching. She remembers sunlight flashing on his bare arms.

This is the last moment she remembers clearly. Then the dark god bore her away.

She also remembers, less clearly, the chilling insight that from this moment she couldn’t live without him again.

The girl who disappears from the pool will never return. A woman will return, looking for the girl she was.

She stands by the pool saying, from time to time, I was abducted, but it sounds wrong to her, nothing like what she felt. Then she says, I was not abducted. Then she says, I offered myself, I wanted to escape my body. Even, sometimes, I willed this. But ignorance

cannot will knowledge. Ignorance wills something imagined, which it believes exists.

All the different nouns— she says them in rotation. Death, husband, god, stranger. Everything sounds so simple, so conventional. I must have been, she thinks, a simple girl.

She can’t remember herself as that person but she keeps thinking the pool will remember and explain to her the meaning of her prayer so she can understand whether it was answered or not.

fanfiction aesthetics ; walk the halls (climb up the walls) by @lachesisgrimm

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