Ninth House, Leigh Bardugo
Ninth House, Leigh Bardugo
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Pick your poison babe, I’m poison either way
You’ve waited far too long
for someone to color your heart with tenderness,
to hang love like art on the bare walls of your soul.
But time slipped through like candlelight,
and in the quiet,
dust gathered where laughter should’ve lived,
cobwebs clung to dreams left untouched.
Still, you wait—
romantic, patient, aching—
a heart dressed in longing,
hoping love will one day come
and call this place home.
maybe i like this rollercoaster, maybe it keeps me high
the comfort i find in the rain is kinda unreal
•🌧️🩶•
Fuck restaurants and arcades.
Take my hand and bring me here for our first date.
Tera mujhse hai pehle ka nata koi…
“Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.”
— Emery Allen
Sylvia Plath, aged 30, in a letter to Olive Higgins Prouty, her mentor & benefactress, 4 months after discovering her husband's infidelity, and their subsequent separation (dated Tuesday, 20 November 1962)
Books are letters in bottles, cast into the waves of time, from one person trying to save the world, to another.
- This Is How You Lose The Time War, Max Gladstone & Amal el-Mortar
— Virginia Woolf
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