a song of ice and fire + minimalist | there is no shame in fear… what matters is how we face it. [insp.]
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egyptian or greek mythology? fairies or mermaids? vampires or werewolves? past or future? silver or gold? books or movies?
I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace
with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine
and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy
the one, I will indulge the other.
Run from the light in the attic!
Four covers by Allan Kass
If you were a deity, what items would you want left at your shrine?
favourite ya lit female protagonist; feyre archeron by @litladiesnetwork
It’s a rare person to face who they truly are and not run from it—not be broken by it.
Rhys arched a brow, even as awe crept across his face. “You loved it—the good and the bad?”
I smiled a bit. “Especially the bad.”
“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”
“If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.”
literature posters; rebecca by daphne du maurier
“I am not afraid of you,” I said quietly.
“Oh?” The Goblin King lifted his head. “I am the Lord of Mischief, the Ruler Underground,” he said, mismatched eyes glinting. “I am wildness and madness made flesh. You’re just a girl”—he smiled, and the tips of his teeth were sharp—“and I am the wolf in the woods.”
Just a girl. Just a maiden. But I wasn’t just a girl; I was the Goblin Queen. I was his Goblin Queen, and I wasn’t afraid of the wolf, that untamable wildness that could tear me limb from limb and bathe itself in my blood.
I walked toward the klavier and sat down on the bench beside him. The Goblin King’s eyes flashed with surprise, pleasure, and not a little wariness.
“I may be just a maiden, mein Herr,” I whispered. “But I am a brave maiden.”― S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
♛ [2/5 favourite quotes]
— “you have bewitched me body and soul, and i love, i love, i love you.”
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