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“Lightning wielder.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Maybe it was when I saw Oren holding a knife to your throat,” he says. “Or maybe it was when I realized the bruises on your neck were fingerprints and wanted to kill them all over again just so I could do it slowly. Maybe it was the first time I recklessly kissed you or when I realized I’m fucked because I can’t stop thinking about doing more than just kissing you.” My breath catches at his admission, but he just sighs, lets his head fall back against the wall. “Does it even matter when, as long as it changed between us?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

“Colonialism carved the landscapes of our homes with ghosts, It left gaping wounds that still weep”
― Isabel Cañas, The Hacienda