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"Idk if it's the book or me. But I am processing nothing. and do not care. It's probably my senioritis" — Apr 16, 2026 07:42PM
"Idk if it's the book or me. But I am processing nothing. and do not care. It's probably my senioritis" — Apr 16, 2026 07:42PM
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read in July 2021
Elizabeth said:
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whatever it's life changing. idk what to tell you. stiefvater does things nobody else is doing.
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"gawddd I need this injected into my veins. let me crawl inside of this. I feel it under my skin. I'm sick with want and longing." — Apr 08, 2026 09:14PM
"gawddd I need this injected into my veins. let me crawl inside of this. I feel it under my skin. I'm sick with want and longing." — Apr 08, 2026 09:14PM
“They always end up alone in the stories—witches, I mean—living in the woods or mountains or locked in towers. I suppose it would take a brave man to love a witch, and most men are cowards.”
― The Ten Thousand Doors of January
― The Ten Thousand Doors of January
“God said: GOD MADE YOU. GOD DOES NOT CARE IF YOU ARE "GUILTY" OR NOT. I said: I CARE IF I AM GUILTY! I CARE IF I AM GUILTY!... God was silent. Everything was SILENT.”
― Half-Light: Collected Poems 1965-2016
― Half-Light: Collected Poems 1965-2016
“Maybe all powerful men are cowards at heart, because in their hearts they know power is temporary.”
― The Ten Thousand Doors of January
― The Ten Thousand Doors of January
“Hung on my bedroom wall is a quote attributed to Joan of Arc: "I am not afraid. I was born to do this." However my life unfolds, goes my thinking, is how I am meant to live it; however my life unspools itself, I was created to bear it.”
― The Collected Schizophrenias: Essays
― The Collected Schizophrenias: Essays
“Write your routine, Ronan. Now. While I watch. I want to see it."
7:45 A.M.: The most important meal of the day.
8:00 A.M.: Feed animals.
9:30 A.M.: Repair barns or house.
12:00 P.M.: Lunch @ that weird gas station.
1:30 P.M.: Ronan Lynch's marvelous dream emporium.
"What does this one mean, Ronan?"
It meant practice makes perfect. It meant ten thousand hours to mastery, if at first you don't succeed, there is no try only do. Ronan had spent hours over the last year dreaming ever more complex and precise objects into being, culminating in an intricate security system that rendered the Barns largely impossible to find unless you knew exactly where you were going. After Cambridge, though, it felt like all the fun had run out of the game.
"I don't ask what you do at work, Declan."
6:00 P.M.: Drive around.
7:15 P.M.: Nuke some dinner, yo.
7:30 P.M.: Movie time.
11:00 P.M.: Text Parrish.
Adam's most recent text had said simply: $4200.
It was the amount Ronan had to send to cover the dorm room repairs.
*11:30 P.M.: Go to bed.
*Saturday/Sunday: Church/DC
*Monday: Laundry & Grocery
*Tuesday: Text or call Gansey
These last items were in Declan's handwriting, his addendums subtly suggesting all the components of a fulfilling grown-up life Ronan had missed when crafting it. They only served to depress Ronan more. Look how you can predict the next forty-eight hours, seventy-two hours, ninety-six hours, look how you can predict the rest of your life. The entire word routine depressed Ronan. The sameness. Fuck everything.
Gansey texted: Declan told me to tell you to get out of bed.
Ronan texted back: why
He watched the morning light move over the varied black-gray shapes in his bedroom. Shelves of model cars; an open Uilleann pipes case; an old scuffed desk with a stuffed whale on it; a metal tree with wondrously intricate branches; heaps of laundry curled around beet-read wood shavings.
Gansey texted back: don't make me get on a plane I'm currently chained to one of the largest black walnut trees in Oregon”
― Call Down the Hawk
7:45 A.M.: The most important meal of the day.
8:00 A.M.: Feed animals.
9:30 A.M.: Repair barns or house.
12:00 P.M.: Lunch @ that weird gas station.
1:30 P.M.: Ronan Lynch's marvelous dream emporium.
"What does this one mean, Ronan?"
It meant practice makes perfect. It meant ten thousand hours to mastery, if at first you don't succeed, there is no try only do. Ronan had spent hours over the last year dreaming ever more complex and precise objects into being, culminating in an intricate security system that rendered the Barns largely impossible to find unless you knew exactly where you were going. After Cambridge, though, it felt like all the fun had run out of the game.
"I don't ask what you do at work, Declan."
6:00 P.M.: Drive around.
7:15 P.M.: Nuke some dinner, yo.
7:30 P.M.: Movie time.
11:00 P.M.: Text Parrish.
Adam's most recent text had said simply: $4200.
It was the amount Ronan had to send to cover the dorm room repairs.
*11:30 P.M.: Go to bed.
*Saturday/Sunday: Church/DC
*Monday: Laundry & Grocery
*Tuesday: Text or call Gansey
These last items were in Declan's handwriting, his addendums subtly suggesting all the components of a fulfilling grown-up life Ronan had missed when crafting it. They only served to depress Ronan more. Look how you can predict the next forty-eight hours, seventy-two hours, ninety-six hours, look how you can predict the rest of your life. The entire word routine depressed Ronan. The sameness. Fuck everything.
Gansey texted: Declan told me to tell you to get out of bed.
Ronan texted back: why
He watched the morning light move over the varied black-gray shapes in his bedroom. Shelves of model cars; an open Uilleann pipes case; an old scuffed desk with a stuffed whale on it; a metal tree with wondrously intricate branches; heaps of laundry curled around beet-read wood shavings.
Gansey texted back: don't make me get on a plane I'm currently chained to one of the largest black walnut trees in Oregon”
― Call Down the Hawk
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