The parallels between when Daphne Bridgerton said "Leander swam Abydos to Sestos every single night in complete darkness just to see his love." And then "Leander also lost his way and drowned. So the story goes."
And when Henry said "Dear Thisbe, I wish there weren't a wall. Love, Pyramus." And then “Alex, Thisbe and Pyramus both die at the end.”
I think about these a lot...
*bangs head against a wall dramatically*
But wasn’t that what every girl dreamed? That she’d wake and find herself a princess? Or blessed with magical powers and a grand destiny? Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.
Inej Ghafa, The Crooked Kingdom
It's the first of December and I'm trying to bring out my "in my heart is a Christmas tree farm, where the people would come/to dance under sparkling lights" feels but the allure of "hey December, guess I'm feeling unmoored/can't remember what I used to fight for" is magnetic😔
He’s definitely not thinking about Henry.
He’s not thinking about Henry when he puts in twenty-three hours in his first week of work, or when he’s filling the rest of his hours with class and papers and going for long runs and drinking triple-shot coffees and poking around the Senate offices. He’s not thinking about Henry in the shower or at night, alone and wide awake in his bed.
Except for when he is. Which is always.
~rwarb, Casey McQuiston
When taylor swift said"Too young to know it gets better/ I'll be summer sun for you forever/ Forever winter if you go".
*screams*
“Hello, Sam,” she breathed onto the river breeze.
“I miss you,” she said. “Every day, I miss you. And I wonder what you would have made of all this. Made of me. I think—I think you would have been a wonderful king. I think they would have liked you more than me, actually.” Her throat tightened. “I never told you—how I felt. But I loved you, and I think a part of me might always love you. Maybe you were my mate, and I never knew it. Maybe I’ll spend the rest of my life wondering about that. Maybe I’ll see you again in the Afterworld, and then I’ll know for sure. But until then … until then I’ll miss you, and I’ll wish you were here.”
if this isn't the most painful eulogy and confession I've ever read.
"Kaz is... I don't know, like no one I've ever known. He surprises me." "Yes, like a hive of bees in your dresser drawer." Jesper laughed. "Just like that."
"So what are we doing here?" asked Inej. "Jesper turned back to the sea, feeling his cheeks heat. " Hoping for honey, I guess. And praying not to get stung." Inej bumped her shoulder against his. "Then at least we're both the same kind of stupid."
"I don't know what your excuse is Wraith, I'm the one who can never walk away from a bad hand." She looped her arm in his. "That makes you a rotten gambler. But an excellent friend." "You're too good for him you know." "I know. So are you."
~Leigh Bardugo, six of crows