I Will Find You," He Whispered In My Ear. "I Promise. If I Must Endure Two Hundred Years Of Purgatory,

While our bodies move ever forward on the time-line, our minds continuously trace backward, seeking shape and meaning as deftly as an arrow seeking its mark.

'Autobiography of a Face' Lucy Grealy 

The armies of the ambitious. For them, the future was like a giant oxygen mask, as if there was nothing to breathe in the present. When the present was all there was ever going to be.

'Paint it Black' by Janet Fitch

Star-crossed lovers ✨ Decided to do one last reylo art for the last day of 2023, Happy New Year!

annoying as fuck

I guess love's kind of like a marshmallow in a microwave on high. After it explodes it's still a marshmallow. But, you know, now it's a complicated marshmallow.

'Graffiti Moon' by Cath Crowley

There are many Beth’s in the world, shy and quiet, sitting in corners till needed, and living for others so cheerfully, that no one sees the sacrifices till the little cricket on the hearth stops chirping, and the sweet, sunshiny presence vanishes, leaving silence and shadow behind.

'Little Women' Louisa May Alcott

Every time you look up at the stars, it’s like opening a door. You could be anyone, anywhere. You could be yourself at any moment in your life. You open that door and you realize you’re the same person under the same stars. Camping out in the backyard with your best friend, eleven years old. Sixteen, driving alone, stopping at the edge of the city, looking up at the same stars. Walking a wooded path, kissing in the moonlight, look up and you’re eleven again. Chasing cats in a tiny town, you’re eleven again, you’re sixteen again. You’re in a rowboat. You’re staring out the back of a car. Out here where the world begins and ends, it’s like nothing ever stops happening.

‘Lost At Sea’ by Bryan Lee O’Malley