“You really didn't see the sadness or the longing unless you already knew it was there. But that was the trick, wasn't it? Everyone had their disappointment and their baggage; only, some people carried it in their inside pockets and not on their backs.” ― Maggie Stiefvater
❦ Kynndra ❦ 17 ❦ USA ❦ Canadian ❦
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The Raven Cycle, The Wolves of Mercy Falls, The Maze Runner, Divergent, Chaos Walking, The Mortal Instruments, The Infernal Devices, Penryn and the End of Days, and many other books.
Teen Wolf, Hemlock Grove, The Originals, Son's of Anarchy, American Horror Story, The Following, The Walking Dead, Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, and other multiple random TV shows and shit I like. Aye ;-; ♥
Daniel Sharman, Shawn Ashmore, Thomas Brodie-Sangster, and Miles Teller are my spirit people.
r u ever like damn i hate my body but then ur like life is an illusion i’m floatin around on a rock trapped in an orbit around a ball of flame in a vast & largely unknown universe where death is unescapable who gives a shit ???
I suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes it look like you’re a angry serial killer
There are also a million of my cat pieces out in the world, thanks to Painting a Day.
This is your Sunday evening reminder that you can handle whatever this week throws at you. Even if school, work or general life isn’t okay, you’ll get through it because you are damn strong and amazing.
The reason Canadian’s are so nice is easily explained. Once a year, on the sixth full moon all Canadian’s gather beneath the stars and perform a ritual that sucks all their meanness and cruelty and places it in Canadian Geese.
I moved to California when I was twelve and I got a video camera and made little movies because I didn’t have any friends yet. I would force my sister to make these movies with me—which became my YouTube channel. A girl in my Spanish class found my YouTube videos and showed them to my teacher. At the end of class one day my teacher said, “pack up, movie time,” and she dropped down this screen and put on my videos. I started freaking out. Everyone was laughing and I just ran out. The girl who had told my teacher didn’t understand why I left, and she said, “You’re really funny, you should be an actor.” So that was one of the first times I thought about it.
The raven boys: Gansey; the pretty one.
Listening to him tell the story now, it was clear to Adam that Glendower was more than a historical figure to Gansey. He was everything Gansey wished he could be: wise and brave, sure of his path, touched by the supernatural, respected by all, survived by his legacy.
Noah’s fucking dead.
The Raven Cycle AU | Genderbent
Fantur arbores linguam latinam.
That was never going to get old.
Roxy Lynch stood in Cabeswater and listened to the trees whisper. If she didn’t think too hard, the Latin stayed foreign, like it had when she’d started learning it freshman year – just syllables, rolled r’s and hard consonants, all the ends of words rounded off. Safe. Latin was the only good thing about Aligonby, except maybe Gansey.
Adam reginam, the trees said. Accusative of Ada the Queen. But she’d already forgotten the verb that came before, and she didn’t feel like asking them to repeat it.
“What happened,” she asked Ada instead, “in that tree?”
Ada didn’t answer right away. She was kneeling on the ground with her hands on a rock, eyes closed. Probably communing with the forest or some shit. Roxy itched at the hooks of her tattoo, flexed her fingers. Chainsaw nipped her hand. “Fuck you,” Roxy told him fondly.
“Which tree?” Ada asked.
“The fucking – you know. That one.”
The dreaming tree, or that was what Blue called it. It had been months since they’d first found it, and Roxy hadn’t been inside, but it itched at her. Old scab. She wanted to pick it open, like she wanted to pick Ada’s scabs off. If Ada would’ve let her.
But Ada’s eyes cut away from hers. “I don’t – Nothing.”
Corvorum regina or not, she still looked like a scared animal sometimes.
“Just say you don’t want to tell me,” she said. “Jesus.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be a Catholic?”
Roxy gritted her teeth. “Don’t change the subject, Parrish.”
Ada sighed, rocked back on her heels. Sunlight spattered across her face, shadows from the trees above like old bruises. “There’s nothing to tell,” she said.
She shrugged. “Go look for yourself, then …”