“I heard a dark prediction rising in my own body.”
— Louise Glück, excerpt of Saint Joan (via antigonick)
hi imagine adam and ronan getting into a fight where adam storms out of monmouth and gansey calls him hours later like “can you please come do something with your boyfriend?” and in the background he can hear the clutter of noah and ronan making a makeshift band out of crap around monmouth and playing blink 182′s I Miss You
blue: i made this friendship bracelet for you.
ronan: you know, i’m not really a jewelry person.
blue: you don’t have to wear it.
ronan: no, i’m gonna wear it forever. back off.
I don’t know, my favorite was always witch weather. That moment that in a gust of wind or in the rumbling sky or at the edge of a fog bank where suddenly, you feel different. A restlessness, a sense of longing for a place that does not exist. I don’t know if anyone else has felt the electric tense changing of that moment. It calls the magic to your skin. For a moment, you feel ancient and powerful and lonely, as if you forgot something important. Witch weather. For some reason, in that wild instant: you remember you are alive, and that means some part of you belongs to the everlasting.
We All Got That Friend Who Think They Can Outwit The Gods And Evade Their Fate
like i know rich people live on a completely different realm of existence than me but how can a 14/15/16 year old kid with ptsd and a probable anxiety disorder be permitted by his own parents to just… roam the continents of the world… essentially by himself… next to no supervision… what’s up with that… “bye tiny son see ya next christmas don’t die” like ?