The Foxes → Some Of The Strongest People I’ve Known Are Women

This was not a rattlesnake hidden in the grass, but a deadly coral snake striped with warning colors. Everything about him was a warning: If this snake bit you, you had no one to blame but yourself.

adam’s kisses are always reflect exactly what he feels. no jokes, no bullshit. when he kisses, he is trying to say something with it from the very moment he begins to lean in. to adam kisses are one of the many ways he can express what he’s feeling towards certain people. with blue, he was never able to say all of the things he felt, nor could he convey them through a kiss. sometimes he regrets it, other times he’s a bit glad he didn’t have the chance to let blue completely see into him that way. with ronan it was so much different. with ronan, adam is completely unable to hold back. he’s speaking a thousand words per second with each kiss and ronan, a master of all languages understands it all. 

ronan’s kisses are softer than anticipated. ronan is a boy that shines from miles away without even trying to, a true child of the moon in the fact that not all the beauty in him is due to the light of those surrounding him,  but they do illuminate him in ways he couldn’t achieve on his own. this is not a well known fact unless you are one of his close friends, so when adam and ronan kiss for the first time, adam isn’t completely surprised. he knows ronan more than ronan thinks he does, but he is still taken aback by the way ronan melted into him, easily accepting and taking all adam had to give. in ronan’s opinion there was no room for him to put up walls when it was between him and adam, adam and him. and though ronan did not have any secrets to share through kisses the way adam did, their kisses were still very much a conversation. adam would pour words into every kiss “i need you, i need this, we need each other” and ronan would press back, his arms around adam’s neck, his hips pressed into adam’s, and the way he’d bite down on adam’s lip, everything was an answer. every move was a thousand “yeses” spilling back into adam.

Sophocles, Elektra (trans. Anne Carson)

Every angel is terrifying.

I had this one lucid dream where a lady came up to me and said, “Don’t control the dream,” really softly. I had the same dream again a couple days later but instead of just one lady. I was surrounded by a whole group of people with glowing eyes just saying, “Don’t,” and I got so freaked out that I never tried to lucid dream ever again.

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things adam parrish receives in the mail during his first semester at college:

six books from gansey about mythology, ley lines, and glendower, all sticky-noted with things gansey has noticed in his studies. most of these sticky notes have questions for adam on them. some of them have doodles of fast cars and girls with spiky hair. some of them have beatles lyrics. adam keeps all of them, replacing gansey’s sticky notes with his own before sending them back.

thirty-two letters from blue, all of which he has responded to and kept. they both have pay-by-the-minute phones now–a necessity, given the distance in the group–but blue sent adam a two-page letter during his first week at the dorms, and it made adam feel so much less alone that he just never stopped. they talk about a lot of things–what’s happening at fox way (told to blue, away at her own school, over the phone by orla and calla and her mother), how ronan and gansey are doing, whether or not adam’s checked in with the student disability center about accommodations for his hearing, whether or not blue and checked in about her dyslexia, how big and wide and vast the world outside of Henrietta is for two people who have never really left its boundaries. 

three mixtapes from ronan, along with various knickknacks and dream things that make adam’s heart squeeze in his chest and laughter bubble from his lips. a pair of headphones specifically for someone with single-sided deafness, a tin-can that works as a walkie talkie (one of a five-piece set), a bag of candy from that local place that adam likes. letters, but not long, like blue’s–short things, like tracklists or scraps of paper with “i fucking miss you” or “your roommate sounds like a dick” or “2 weeks” written on them in a messy hand

little notes from noah, stuck in with ronan’s mail–things that say “ronan wouldn’t let me put blink182 on your mixtape :(” or “ronan went red for like two days when those flowers showed up” or "we maybe kind of adopted your old dog and she’s the best??”

a small package from fox way that comes once a month–like the one blue gets–full of slightly burned cookies and magical advice and, on a few occasions, notes that calla or maura have found while going through persephone’s things that mention him. calla writes him, sometimes, and adam is getting better at knowing that it’s not just because he meant something to persephone. 

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