If I could grade you on how profoundly you disturb me, you’d be an A+ student.

brooke davis appreciation week ● day 2: favorite brotp

I love getting told no ‘cause then I fight even more.

My favorite TV-shows → Doctor Who
Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.” 

"No one tells me how I live my life. No one tells me who I love. Especially not some vindictive, prehistoric witch and definitely not the universe. And I’m not going to let someone else’s idea of destiny stop me from loving you, or being with you, or building a future with you, because you’re my life"

Every woman is a queen, and we all have different things to offer.

                                          AU: Allison’s funeral.

“You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left. Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her, or you can be full of the love you shared. You can remember her only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back. Or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.” 

He leaned against the window, and the gilded frame came into sharp focus. “Do you think it would be any different with your tracker beside you? With that Lantsov pup?”
“Yes,” I said simply.
“Because you would be the strong one?”
“Because they’re better men than you.”
“You might make me a b e t t e r  m a n.”
“And you might make me a m o n s t e r.”

It’s my own name I’m afraid of forgetting.
Your true name is written here," she said tapping his chest. "Tattooed on your heart. You don’t let just anyone read it.
He shifted uncomfortably. “I know.

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I want you to know my name,” he said. “The name I was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Alina?” […]
Yes,” I breathed.
After a long moment, he said, “Aleksander.” […]
His smile deepened and he cocked his head to the side. It almost hurt to see him this way. “Will you say it?” he asked.
I hesitated, feeling danger crowd in on me.
Aleksander,” I whispered.
His grin faded, and his gray eyes seemed to flicker.
Again,” he said.

(Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising)

Why waste my anger on you when the fault is mine? I should have anticipated another betrayal from you, one more mad grasp at some kind of childish ideal. But I seem to be a victim of my own wishes where you are concerned.” His expression hardened. “What have you come here for, Alina?”

I answered him honestly. “I wanted to see you.

I caught the briefest glimpse of surprise before his face shuttered again. “There are two thrones on that dais. You could see me any time you liked.” (ruin and rising, leigh bardugo)

“Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.”
— Frida Kahlo (via micromermaid) —
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