I Can’t Help But Wonder If Those Possessed In Fear Street Were Kind Of Like Passengers During Their

life is so fun when you spend most of your days ignoring responsibilities, reading books, listening to music and dissociating from reality

Nesta at solstice with the inner circle:

My spirit soars where the air goes thin.

I'll change every version of myself to fit in. I've been having a hard time adjusting. Had the shiniest wheels now they're rusting. My cheeks are growing tired from growing red and faking smiles. Are we only biding time until I lose your affection? Ive got a hundren thrown out speeches i almost said to you. I have a lot of regrets about that. I'm a mirrorball. They see right through me. I cut off my nose just to spite my face. I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush. Will you still want me when I'm nothing new? You are so much older and wiser. Lord what will become of me when I've lost my novelty? You tolerate me. I sit and watch you.

last night as i was falling asleep i was thinking about the beauty of loving someone in any form and just wanting things with them without any ulterior motives or any other goal. like wanting to be around someone because you love them and want them in your life, not because they can do something for you, wanting to make someone food or make things for them in general not because you expect something in return but because you want them to eat well and to be happy. wanting to hold someone just because you want them close and want to make them feel safe and warm. wanting to wash someones hair because you love them and want to take care of them. anyway i think its really sweet and beautiful how a lot of times when we love someone we do things like this

I really cant wait to read a scene from Cassians perspective when he watches Nesta interact with or care for illyrian children. Like this should be canon at this point. I want his future to flash before his eyes, his bro-varies to tingle and that same joy feysand felt when they discovered who the bone Carver was.

“Kat is back”

She is breathtaking 🔥

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Me in the middle of the night: *coming up with ideas for papers, developing points to argue, thinking of concepts for stories I want to write, imagining worlds that make me eager to start writing*

Me when I’m finally in front of my laptop: How do I write?

the craziest thing about books is you can pick one up and remember exactly where you read and what you felt like when you read it. maybe it was a summer afternoon and you were sad, maybe it was a school night and you were up much too late and already feeling the next morning’s regret, maybe you read the book right after a fight with your mom and you were angry. and a book brings all those emotions and memories back, even if you don’t remember the story the book actually holds. don’t tell me literature isn’t magic 🪄