- joan didion.
‘there was something about the word itself that was magical. cabeswater. something old and enigmatic. a word that didn’t seem to belong in the new world.’
T H E R A V E N C Y C L E by maggie stiefvater
the raven boys - the dream thieves - blue lily, lily blue
when adam kissed him, it was every mile per hour ronan had ever gone over the speed limit. it was every window-down, goose-bumps-on-skin, teeth-chattering-cold night drive. it was adam’s ribs under ronan’s hands and adam’s mouth on his mouth, again and again and again. it was stubble on lips and ronan having to stop, to get his breath, to restart his heart.
moodboard: blue sargent
“She felt one thousand years old. She also felt like maybe she was a condescending brat. She wanted her bike. She wanted her friends, who were also one-thousand-year-old condescending brats. She wanted to live in a world where she was surrounded by one-thousand-year-old condescending brats.”
“Crushed and broken,” Gansey said. “Just the way women like ‘em.”
“I think they’re here because I thought they ought to be here,“ Gansey said.
Blue replied sarcastically. “Okay, God.”
