she flies with her own wings

“To the glistening eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant.”

Did some bird flap its wings over in Asia? Did some force take you because I didn’t pray? Every single thing to come has turned into ashes ‘Cause it’s all over, it’s not meant to be

Where sky and water meet, Where the waves grow ever sweet, Doubt not, you Reepicheep, To find all that you seek, There is the utter East.

“Peter did not feel very brave; indeed, he felt he was going to be sick. But that made no difference to what he had to do.”

What’s wrong with me? What can I do? What’s wrong with me? Could it be you?

But a woman is a changeling, always shifting shape Just when you think you have it figured out Something new begins to take What strangе claws are these scratching at my skin I nеver knew my killer would be coming from within

We’re not heroes. We’re from Finchley.

Edmund was a graver and quieter man than Peter, and great in council and judgement. He was called King Edmund the Just.

These girls don’t want to be unbelievable, they want to be believed in. — Amanda Gorman

We don’t own our heavens now We only own our hell