maria. rio de janeiro. infp. aries.
"i get drunk on dreams and choke on real life."
"i get drunk on dreams and choke on real life."
— next
books i read in 2017 ↠ every day by david levithan
if there’s one thing i’ve learned, it’s this: we all want everything to be okay. we don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. we will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.
One Of Us Is Lying by Karen M. McManus
“I guess we’re almost friends now, or as friendly as you can get when you’re not one hundred percent sure the other person isn’t framing you for murder.”
books read 2k17. one of us is lying by karen m. mcmanus
like we’re some kind of hip high school murder club without a care in the world
a four part netflix original series based on the lunar chronicles, a bestselling series by marissa meyer, is coming to netflix on june 9. netflix has released the posters in preparation for the electric debut of this thrilling and face-paced series.
@litladiesnetwork‘s first event: favorite ya female protagonists.
↳ jude sweetwine, i’ll give you the sun.
“what if i’m in charge of my own damn light switch?”
Jane Austen’s Novels
The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.
he leaned toward her — her heart spun again — and pressed his cheek against hers. his lips didn’t touch her skin, but she felt his breath, hot and uneven, on her face. his fingers splayed on either side of her spine. her lips were so close to his jaw that she felt his hint of stubble at the end of them. it was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.
requested by @alarkling: deathless.
There need never be any rules between us. Let us be greedy together; let us hoard. Let us hit each other with birch branches and lock each other in dungeons; let us drink each other’s blood in the night and betray each other in the sun. Let us lie and lust and take hundreds of lovers; let us dance until snow melts beneath us. Let us steal and eat until we grow fat and roll in the pleasures of life, clutching each other for purchase. Only leave me my death — let me hold this one thing sacred and unmolested and secret — and I will serve you a meal myself, served on a platter of all the world’s bounty. Only do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me, and no empress will stand higher. Forget the girls in the factory. Be selfish and cruel and think nothing of them. I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I. I will have you in my hoard, Marya Morevna, my black mirror.