this is how we burn



“Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains… And magic itself is neither good nor bad; it is intent that makes it either.”

Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains… And magic itself is neither good nor bad; it is intent that makes it either.”


We’ve the right to dream, and that, I suppose, is the magic’s greatest power: the notion that we can pick possibility from the trees like ripe fruit. We are filled with hope. Alive with transformation. We can become.

(Source: fuckyeahgemmadoyletrilogy)



But forgiveness… I’ll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there’s an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.

(Source: fuckyeahgemmadoyletrilogy)




arabellastrangely:

pour out the passions of my soul [4/?]

→the light goes so bright, it blinds me.the temple is barren ruin,the dirt floor littered with shrivelled flowers.a great and terrible beauty by libba bray

arabellastrangely:

pour out the passions of my soul [4/?]

the light goes so bright, it blinds me.
the temple is barren ruin,
the dirt floor littered with shrivelled
flowers.
a great and terrible beauty by libba bray


gemdoyle:

Oh, God, the great and terrible beauty of it all.


florenceandmachines:


Books meme: Tweny female characters
[1/20] → Felicity Worthington (The Gemma Doyle Trilogy)

“I shan’t ever understand your willingness to lie down and die,” Felicity bars. “If you won’t at least try to fight, I have no sympathy for you.

florenceandmachines:

Books meme: Tweny female characters

[1/20] → Felicity Worthington (The Gemma Doyle Trilogy)

“I shan’t ever understand your willingness to lie down and die,” Felicity bars. “If you won’t at least try to fight, I have no sympathy for you.


mabelrose:

octobersdaughter asked | gemma/kartik or felicity/pippa

don’t leave me,’ pippa says. ‘promise me you’ll be back. promise me.’

felicity lays her hands over pip’s. ‘i promise.


millymcaulay:

Oh, I’ve a love, a true, true love, who waits upon yon shore…
and if my love won’t be my love, then I will live no more…

The old Pippa surfaces for just a moment, hopeful and childlike. She pulls Felicity to her. Something I cannot name passes between them, and then Pip’s lips are on Fee’s in a deep kiss, as if they feed on one another, their fingers entwined in each other’s hair. And suddenly, I understand what I must have always known about them—the private talks, the close embraces, the tenderness of their friendship.

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❝It is rather alarming how quickly people will turn someone else’s fiction into fact in order to support their own fictions of themselves.❞
(—— Libba Bray, Rebel Angels (via quotes-shape-us))