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DFN

His expression softened as she stopped struggling. "We had a good run, but we were never going to last." His fingers slipped a loose curl behind her ear before his hand drifted down to rest briefly at the base of her throat. "You knew that."


SLICING ME OPEN WOULDVE HURT LESS

“I think I’ve nearly memorised you,” she said. “Especially your eyes. I think I learned to read them first.”


SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

“You made me feel like the pets of me that aren’t useful still deserve to exist. Like I’m not just all the things I can do.”

EVERYTHING HURTS

“Oh, Marino” his thumb trailed along her neck, following the scar below her jaw. “If I’d known what pain you’d cause me, I never would have taken you.”

P A I N

Me and Helena both wanting to jump from the staircase atm

HERE WE GOOOO

There is only so much any mind can endure before it must reject reality. Before it must reject wisdom and reason. I have always found my fragments of freedom in fantasy. It has served me better than any shield or sword, and certainly better than any of the laws of men. I have lived and died by quill and ink. And how could I ever begrudge myself this? Even moths and cormorants are thought by the naturalists to dream.

But the versions where you lose her are the oldest stories in the world. The ones where you fall, where you drown, where you let go
of her hand. Where you kiss her but she remains as cold and still as stone. There are no horses or carriages or ships to bear you away.
There is no hatch in the floor.

Free me. How much longer must I endure this posthumous existence?

In moments of solitude I can turn back time and imagine myself as young again: my bare feet in the grass, a crown of white flowers and juniper berries in my hair. (…) I take refuge in these dreams. I dive eagerly into unreal waters. But when I return, dragged unwillingly to the shore like a mermaid in a net, I am bereft again. Womanhood has left me with no place to hide.

“Nothing is ever lost, only changed, and grief is no more than the knowledge that a wilted flower cannot be made again to bloom. Time even warps the panes of hothouse-glass, till they may be shattered with a wanting breath.”

Can one still cherish a love that ends in grief?

The man who I thought had saved me was in truth the one who had caged me. With that epiphany, I drifted and was lost. There is no bleaker darkness than that found when the light of love is snuffed out.

„Love whispers. Grief shouts”.

I love love love Ava Reid

All those years I cowered in the eternal night and yearned for the reprieve of the day, but I had forgotten that the light has a certain cruelty of its own. One can shrivel on an arid shore as easily as one can drown in deep waters. I had become a creature of the dark, an ephemeral shade, ill-fit for the waking, sunlit world.
- FROM THE DIARIES OF ANGHARAD MYRDDIN, 202 AD

“His penetrating gaze seemed to cut her open, peeling back the layers of the girl she pretended to be. Like a knife carving off the protective skin of an apple to get at the soft, vulnerable flesh beneath.”

MMMMHM THATS WHAT I LIKE

Ban YA authors from using Bird as a pet name for their FMC. those people are seventeen and you want me to believe that’s how this boy is calling his peer who is supposed to be his rival? Also WHY IS SHE SNARLING every single sentence get her some vaccine

Not the word bestie in a fantasy book pls kill me

The FMC is already insufferable so I know this is some typical YA book - still willing to make go for it though

LETS GO OLDER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND TROPE