For these were not ordinary books the libraries kept. They were knowledge, given life. Wisdom, given voice. They sang when starlight streamed through the library’s windows. They felt pain and suffered heartbreak. Sometimes they were sinister, grotesque, but so was the world outside. And that made the world no less worth fighting for, because wherever there was darkness, there was also so much light.
“If you stay we can
figure out how long it takes.
The way you kiss me around
the wrists. Tap messages on my back. Don’t say a word. Write to me only in French. Turn
the thermostat down to sixty and pad to the kitchen in socks, wrapped up
in blankets like secrets. Boil a pot of water. Two cups will do. Come back with tea. Steam will
fog between us as we wait under quilts.”
— Brett Elizabeth Jenkins, “Waiting for Rain” (via oofpoetry)
↳ no announcements precede it. it is simply there, when yesterday it was not. within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. it is called le cirque des rêves, and it is only open at night.
endless list of favorite books: [01 /
∞]the cruel prince, by holly black
i am going to keep on defying you. i am going to shame you with my defiance. you remind me that i am a mere mortal and you are a prince of faerie. well, let me remind you that means you have much to lose and i have nothing. you may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but i will make sure you lose everything i can take from you on the way down. i promise you this is the least of what i can do.
When you’re given an opportunity to change your life, be ready to do whatever it takes to make it happen. The world doesn’t give things, you take things.
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