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"Loveage?" he said, and then dropped his sword to roll over and be sick in the grass. He remained kneeling even after it was over, head bent and eyes closed. Traveling by monster did not seem to agree with him.

Laughed out loud, again LOL, Leo's sarcasm and wit cracks me up

"I'm not the type to complain about a little cut."
"Two days ago, you spent hours complaining about a blister," Grimm pointed out. "Literal hours."
"It was a very large blister."
Grimm sighed and sheathed his sword again. "Let me-I can take a look at it, if you want."
I raised an eyebrow. "At the blister? It's much better, thank you for asking."
"Your wound, Loveage," Grimm snapped.

LOVE THEM AHAH

Because the truth was, part of me would love part of him for as long as I lived. He was my oldest friend, my dearest companion, my first love. But I was starting to understand - he wasn't going to be my last.
"A piece is not enough. I was made of earth and sky and endless waters. I was made to be loved fully, or not at all."

"But if love demands alteration to exist, is it even love at all?"

"I seem to be missing a hole in my chest. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

Fucking love this dude

"That would be your fault, Majesty," Basile retorts.
"Indeed. However, my astounding supply of charisma resurrects you on the daily. Does it not?"
"If by charisme you mean chaos, then yes, I am revived daily."
"Stop stealing all the good lines," Anton mutters, buttoning his tunic.

Not to be dramatic but I'd die for these two

"Sire, I recommend that you put on actual pants."
"Thank you, I was getting to that,"
"It's only that I have to remind you often, Sire."
"I'm sorry that my thighs offend you, Basile."
"Sire, after eight years in your employ, nothing offends me."
Anton sends me a coy grin. "See? Dead inside."
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"I... broke your vase," I say, tipping my gaze away.
"I hated the thing anyway."
"You didn't even see which one."
"I'm really not fond of vases."

I love this dude so much

Maar toen leerde hij een meisje kennen, ging hij van haar houden en vonden al die duizend stukjes hun plek weer terug in het glas en werden de barsten in hem caleidoscopen van licht.

I LOVE THEM

Tobias, met zijn koptelefoon op, had niets gemerkt, maar hij zag Hannah verstijven van angst.
[...]
Hannah haastte zich naar de bibliotheek, maar Thomas had hem niet gehoord of liet zich niet opjagen. Hij sloeg zijn arm om de jongen heen om hem te laten opschieten, maar Thomas kromp in elkaar toen hij de aanraking voelde en bleef stokstijf staan.

Lol verkeerde naam?

De ring rolde door de goot en verdween door een rooster in de riolering en daar bleef hij heel, heel lang liggen. Maar niet voor altijd. In Derry plachten dingen die in het riool verdwenen, meestal - en vaal op een onplezierige manier - weer boven water te komen.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT REFERENCEEEE

'Geloven in dromen betekent je hele leven slapen, Kim. Zorg dat het gebeurt als je iets wilt.'

'Iedereen heeft zijn demonen en monsters om tegen te vechten. Het is aan jou om ervoor te kiezen op te geven en het monster je te laten verwoesten, of om terug te vechten.'

Merk je het zelf wel wanneer je belangstelling voor iets ten einde komt? Volgens mij niet. Het vervaagt gewoon ongemerkt, beetje bij beetje en misschien denk je op een dag tot je eigen verbazing terug aan hoeveel dat ding of die persoon ooit voor je betekende.
Voor mij is dat het bewijs dat we altijd blijven evolueren, ook als we volwassen zijn. Ik ben altijd mezelf geweest en toch ben ik niet meer degene die ik was

'Wie vriendelijkheid om zich heen verspreidt, krijgt ook vriendelijkheid van anderen. Wat je het universum instuurt, komt naar je terug. Begrijp je dat?'
[...]
'De keuze is aan jou, of je aardig wilt zijn tegen je medemens of dat je die slecht behandelt. Wat je ook kiest, je krijgt het terug. Dus zorg dat je wijze keuzes maakt.'

Ze accepteerde wat de natuur haar gaf, want zelfs de somberste winterdag had zijn eigen schoonheid. Het waren de mensen die de wereld lelijk maakten.

She recognized that same impulse inside herself - the urge to keep swinging even as the world shoved you underwater and choked the hope from your lungs.

"The only family I care for is the one of my own choosing. My horse. My men." He pauses. "You."

The order in which he says this I'm CACKLING

It will always be with you - a shadow you carry in your soul - but it will become fainter as your life becomes brighter. You will learn to live outside of it again, as impossible as that may sound. Others who share your pain will also help you heal. Because you are not alone. Not in your fear or your grief or your hopes or your dreams.
You are not alone. [2]

This has gone longer than I anticipated, but I know what it feels like to lose someone you love. To feel as if you're left behind, or like your life is in shambles and there's no guidebook to tell you how to stitch it back together.
But time will slowly heal you, as it is doing for me. There are good days and there are difficult days. Your grief will never fully fade. [1]

But I realize that people are just people, and they carry their own set of fears, dreams, desires, pains, and mistakes. I can't expect someone else to make me feel complete. I must find it on my own.

I felt this page so deeply, oof.

Everyone I care about eventually leaves me, whether it's death or war or simply because they don't want me. They go places I can't find, places I can't reach. And I'm not afraid to be alone, but I'm tired of being the one left behind. I'm tired of having to rearrange my life after the people within it depart, as if I'm a puzzle and I'm now missing pieces and I will never feel that pure sense of completion again.

Perhaps it begins with one person. Someone you trust. You remove a piece of armor for them; you let the light stream in, even if it makes you wince. Perhaps that is how you learn to be soft yet strong, even in fear and uncertainty. One person, one piece of steel. [3]

It takes courage to let down your armor, to welcome people to see you as you are. Sometimes I feel the same as you: I can’t risk having people behold me as I truly am. But there’s also a small voice in the back of my mind, a voice that tells me, “You will miss so much by being so guarded.” [2]

I think we all wear armor. I think those who don’t are fools, risking the pain of being wounded by the sharp edges of the world, over and over again. But if I’ve learned anything from those fools, it is that to be vulnerable is a strength most of us fear. It takes courage to let down your armor, to welcome people to see you as you are. [1]

"So basically, you want a girlfriend without having to put in the work of being a decent person in her presence. You can paint the best possible picture of yourself on paper and call it good."

Every man I've ever met lmao

"No. What if she doesn't like me in real life? I'm not exactly Mr. Warm and Fuzzy. Even you can't stand me, and you're an asshole."
Bassareus preened, slicking back his ears. "Thank you very much."

LMAO these two <3

"Is that blood?" His own ran cold. Who did he have to kill?

Immediately ready to break all his vows fml I'm shipping Marius and Eric SO HARD

Life, recognized only when lost, impossible to replicate, impossible to fake and impossible to win back. Life was pain, fury, every dark feeling combined to somehow make light.

"Who died and made you the boss of me?"
Lord Marius seemed intrigued. "I wasn't aware that was an option. How many people have to die?"

LMAOOO I love how they don't know our sayings