I love that first coffee in the morning. I love that cold wind in September that says winter is comming. I love that big scarf you use in the coldest mornings of December I love the smell of a new book and the feelings you get while reading it. I love that grey sky that tells a storm is comming. I love the sound of a piano in the saddest day. I love that feeling when you slip in your bed after a hard day. I love the sound of the rain while sleeping, and the feeling of grass on bare feet.

feyaso:

“The problem with wanting,” he whispered, his mouth trailing along my jaw until it hovered over my lips, “is that it makes us weak.” And then, when I thought I couldn’t bear it any longer, he brought his mouth down on mine.

THE DARKLING IS JUST SO IRRESISTIBLE I CAN’T.

Alina and the Darkling(c)the amazing goddess, Leigh Bardugo

art(c)me

eventhepartofyouthatlovedhim:

Tyler Hoechlin + the Darkling requested by anonymous 

bones-and-backtalk:

there’s something in between you and i

come around, come around to me.

you feel like breathing

come around, come around, come around

come around to me. (x)

Angelfall: Penryn and Raffe

I am an ant in the battlefield of the gods. There’s no room for pride or ego, and barely enough room for survival.

“My friends call me Wrath,” says Raffe. “My enemies call me Please Have Mercy. What’s your name, soldier boy?” Raffe’s mocking tone brings a flush to my cheeks for no reason.

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