Status Updates From The Perks of Loving a Wallf...

"Was her bosom heaving? Was this a heaving bosom?"

slowwwww honestly

“A Wynchester never let a thing like ‘impossibility’ get in the way of a good dream.”

"Elizabeth's hair was naturally curly, so she did not have much experience with curling tongs. On the other hand, she was more patient than almost any other sibling and had assured Tommy she wasn't too busy slashing villains with her rapier to learn a new skill."

"'Sometimes I'm more like a man, and sometimes I'm more like a woman, but mostly I feel like...both. And neither.'"

"Why was it so simple to be someone else, and so difficult to be herself?"

"The baron's deep brown eyes were strangely intense. He blinked and smiled, and his expression became sunny and teasing again."

"The baron also seemed to like Philippa's oddness, which made him a little odd as well."

"It was comments such as these that made it very difficult to to stay vexed with her parents. They wanted the best for Philippa, if limited to their narrow definition of 'best.' They believed proximity to a sufficiently grand library would make up for misery in every other aspect of life."

"She might not feel like a woman but she was one, physically. Tommy didn't want to be Horace Wynchester permanently any more than she wished to live life as a lady, but indulging her masculine side afforded her the freedom to court Philippa openly."

"Elizabeth shook her sword stick. 'Didn't you just prove that the world wouldn't end if you tried for what you want?'"

"The canvas had been their first purchase as a family. For many of the siblings, their first purchase at all. It was more than art. It symbolized their the team they had become, and the long future of togetherness that awaited them."

"He had dark hair and laughing brown eyes and lips that seemed in constant danger of turning up in a smile. In short: he was attractive. Objectively handsome. It was an inarguable fact."

"Phillipa was a busy, bookish spinster of means, who hosted wonderful bluestocking gatherings every week, in the beautiful...home she'd lived in all of her life. Why would she give that up for a man? As much as she longed for adventure, there were some stories she'd rather not unfold. Such as the best parts of being Phillipa."

“Some days, she used her sword Stick to defend the defenseless. Other days it was heavily employed to keep Elizabeth upright. This appeared to be one of her bad days.”

“The inimitable smell of old pages.”

“She loved the cool wind whipping through her shirt brown hair and the cozy warmth of the linen cravat about her neck. She also adored swinging a heavy hammer at an anvil, blustering along as a myopic old woman, or mincing about as a helpless maiden.”’

“Tommy’s many temporary roles did feel like playing a game. She loved each while it lasted, but was always glad to remove her costume and be herself.”

“‘Hit them with your sword stick…judging strangers is rude.’”