Ashleigh

“What, you egg!
Young fry of treachery!

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― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

“Maybe love was a superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising

“beautiful sins, like beautiful things, are the privilege of the rich”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“And what are you thinking about?"
"Your mother.”
― Sarah J. Maas