From Library To Library

Albrecht Dürer, Adam and Eve (detail), 1507. Oil on panel, 209 × 81 cm. Museo del Prado, Madrid.

here to kiss, there to kill

Me when the characters in my book start doing something I specifically told them not to do

Me: blows a kiss to the stars before doing something undoubtedly Reckless™, undeniably Dumb™ and borderline Emotionally Dangerous™

Me: this is for u cassian

I think the full gravity of qon's climax just hit me again. Jude, who schemed so much to keep Cardan under her control in the previous books, didn't choose to do that again when she got the chance to. She had the chance to get alot of power, control over cardan and others, the chance to rule undisputed, to never be afraid again. But she didn't choose it. She chose Cardan instead. Chose him over herself too (she mentions she isn't sure if she'll be able to bear the pain of losing him). She let go of all that she wanted before because she didn't want to give Cardan a life of misery, of being trapped. She set him free, only to find him again.

SHE CHOSE CARDAN AND HIS LOVE OVER EVERY-FUCKING-THING ELSE—

brb while I weep again.

that one extremely homoerotic painting of a babylonian man listening to a babylonian twink playing babylonian harp. that one

Same energy 

Thoreau said, “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation.” Don’t be resigned to that. Break out! Break out! Now is the time!

DEAD POETS SOCIETY 1989 | Peter Weir

“Stars were time travelers. How many of those ancient points of light were the last echoes of suns now dead? How many had been born but their light not yet come this far? If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize that we were alone?”

— Ransom Riggs, Miss Perigrine’s Home for Peculiar Childern