Life Hurts, But It Goes On

being in yr 20s is like every day is a Try Not To Spend 40$ Challenge and i keep losing

Crying rn

It's midnight and I'm thinking about Alex sleeping peacefully in darlington's arms on his narrow bed. She no longer has to worry about her boyfriend coming home home high on drugs and a fight breaking out because she knows that by the time he returns from a ritual it's going to be late and she will be half asleep but that's okay because she will still feel him sliding into the bed with his hair still damp and he will turn off the lamp she left on before giving her a little kiss on the forehead. She will always turn around and find him reaching for her in his sleep and then he will kiss her shoulder before relaxing again. If she wakes up when he arrives at home, there will always be midnight kisses as he tells her about all the things he had to do and how insufferable all the people were. She can always count on him coming home early on date nights. She will always wake up to fresh flowers by her side on Sundays and Darlington will be on the phone with her mom so she can tell him to how to cook Alex's breakfast exactly how she likes it.

The most pisces thing about me is how much i love water and how much i cry

I love showers I love baths I love washing my hair i love soap and bubbles and steam and sweet smelling lotions and soft skin and water droplets and

leigh bardugo was insane for writing “This was Darlington—scholar, snob, and pain in the ass. No mystery there. But she’d held his soul inside her. She could still taste him on her tongue.” and then proceeded to treat ninth house like her least favourite child

characters about their morally grey bf: so WHAT if he’s the devil? at least the devil has a JOB! at least he’s active in the community!

been thinkin about this lately and i think i want a small life. not a BAD life n not an ISOLATED life n not a CLOSED life but just. small. with defined boundaries. i want a job that will sustain me that doesn't require exhaustion to survive. i want a place to live that's big enough for me to choose every part of it; just enough shelf for mugs i love, just enough cabinet for a neat set of paints, just enough closet for clothes i actually like wearing not just ones i tolerate. i want to do little routines and make small batches of things and be a regular somewhere. i just want to have something contained and clear that's mine, mine, mine

Leigh bardugo you can have my SOUL for that 3rd ninth house book. Please.

In light of the title and release date of Hell Bent (unhinged squeal) I was rereading Ninth House and, man, I refuse to even acknowledge the possiblity that Darlingstern might not happen. Like, Alex remembers the feeling of Darlington's body lying pressed against her way too many damn times for it to be platonic. Seriously, it's around four times.

Gotta love how Darlington went from being called the golden boy of Lethe to gentleman demon to Alex's demon boyfriend to Alex's demon consort

(oh and even better, the last two with no argument at all from Alex)