oh my god i’m a giant with an appetite

And I need you to know that we’re fallin’ so fast We’re fallin’ like the stars, fallin’ in love And I’m not scared to say those words with you, I’m safe We’re fallin’ like the stars, we’re fallin’ in love (insp.)

How the wind moans her name. Can you hear it, too? Nesta. Nesta. Nesta.

a court of thorns and roses series, by sarah j. maas

“I will never stop being grateful to have you in my life, either, Feyre darling. And no matter what lies ahead" - a small, joyous smile at that - “we will face it together. Enjoy every moment of it together.”

 w h o  i s  i n  c o n t r o l?

give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other family that I chose, now that I see your brother as my brother is it enough?

“I am High Lady of the Night Court,” I said quietly to them all. Even Eris stopped sneering. His amber eyes widened, something like fear now creeping into them. “There’s no such thing as a High Lady,” one of Lucien’s brothers spat. A faint smile played on my mouth. “There is now.” And it was time for the world to know it.

❝𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 - 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒕… 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒇, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆.❞

But Elain, the flower-grower, the gentle heart … Nesta would go down swinging for her.

no one was my master, but i might be master of everything, if i wished. if i dared