adampaurish:

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.

pequicks:

endless list of my kids ♡ joseph kavinsky 

hey Lynch I didn’t leave that car for it to just sit while you blow III

aristiotles:

the raven cycle by maggie stiefvater

humans were so circular; they lived the same slow cycles of joy and misery over and over, never learning. every lesson in the universe had to be taught billions of times, and it never stuck ⏤ maybe it was good that the world forgot every lesson, every good and bad memory, every triumph and failure, all of it dying with each generation. perhaps this cultural amnesia spared them all. perhaps if they remembered everything, hope would die instead.

puresblood:

                           It is freezing in the churchyard, even before the dead arrive.

winterblues:

the raven cycle + social media au || instagram posts + comments

aeromedas:

character posters → blue sargent

ibuzoo:

what she didn’t realize about Blue and her boys was that they were all in love with one another; she was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another, analyzing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another

minyardx:

character posters ☰ noah czerny, the raven cycle

vrgil:

ravenclairee:

Today, Blue thought, is the day I stop listening to the future and start living it instead.