lately i’ve been working on acquiring a taste for Marmite by FORCE. you don’t get to gross me out, fuck you, get in my mouth
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i taught him the lesson my mother and father taught me: to rely on no one. that love - fragile and fickle and raw - was nothing compared to power.
he was a brilliant boy.
TLoT C O U N T D O W N C H A L L E N G E // most iconic line → RUINED & RUINATION
At the stairs, I grabbed Genya’s hand. “What did you whisper?” I asked quietly. “To the King.”
She watched the others move up the steps, then said, “Na razrusha’ya. E’ya razrushost.” I am not ruined. I am ruination.
All those years ago, before he’d ever dreamed of a Second Army, before he gave up his name and became the Darkling, he was just a brilliant, talented boy. I gave him his ambition. I gave him his pride.
“There will be nothing left,” I whispered.
“No,” he said gently as he folded me in his arms. He pressed a kiss to the top of my hair.
“I have waited hundreds of years for this moment, for your power, for this chance. I have earned it with loss and with struggle.”
me after doing some impulsive shit that i know im gonna regret later: its called being spontaneous
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“Fate,” Blue replied, glowering at her mother, “is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.”
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Maybe that’s what we look for all our lives, the worst possible grief, to make us truly ourselves before we die.
Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night (via falseknights)
