Judge Magazine, 1921

the raven cycle female characters: three psychic women with very different personalities who live together and raise a kid together, a 600-year-old witch, a tall girl who wears bell bottoms and orange nail polish and flirts with her customers over a psychic phone line, a morally ambiguous woman who earns the disapproval of her family by dabbling around in the darker parts of magic and doing it for fame not morality, a rich socialite with a helicopter license who’s described as beautiful but unattainable 

the raven cycle fandom: CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW MISUNDERSTOOD DECLAN LYNCH IS

gansey giving blue a mint leaf to chew on any time he wants to kiss her. blue accepting it, a part of her realizes this is the way gansey kisses her. when blue runs her tongue across her teeth well after she has disposed of the mint leaf she feels a small thrill from the after taste. the dull taste of mint is what she imagines gansey’s tongue would taste like. she wonders if she’ll ever be able to kiss him as long as the taste lingers in her mouth. she counted 6 hours. will she ever be able to monopolize gansey’s time for an entire 6 hours with her lips pressed against his?

ronan chewing on the leather bands around his wrist when ever he wants to taste adam. adam doesn’t know, and ronan will not be the one to tell him. though with the way ronan looks at adam when he’s toying with a band between his teeth, he wouldn’t be surprised if adam hasn’t picked up on it already. he’ll continue doing it anyway, it’s his own guilty pleasure.

ronan and blue up in the middle of the night, staring at their respective ceilings, and thinking, “this is it, this is the closest i’ll ever get.”

this line makes me want to cry

yeah a boyfriend sounds nice but a supreme enemy you can make out with sometimes in secret sounds a lot more hardcore

The blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me.

Sean Glatch, from “Caffeine, Pt. 1,″ 4:41 (via lifeinpoetry)

living in the countryside really strikes the fear of god into you at the most random moments. you’ll just make eye contact with a cow or stare for too long into a brook and all of a sudden you’ll think something like “these are old bones and i am merely a passing occupant” and then you have to go and put the kettle on to cope

Lucky Blue Smith in Interview magazine

Ph: Guy Lowndes Style: Anda & Masha

THE TRAGEDY OF LOVING A SOLDIER:                            the battlefield never really leaves them.              (you see his hands still shake, finger glued to the trigger) THE TRAGEDY OF LOVING A GENERAL:                     the battle may be won, but the war never ends.           (you watch sleep continue to elude her, eyes dull with grief) they both look at each other as though begging the other to be selfish.                     (the bloodshed ends, but they never find peace)

THE WAR & OTHER METAPHORS ( a.c. )

Every angel is terrifying.

he has a voice eerie like a haunted lake and he wears a white shirt that reads DARK VICTORY and sometimes when i sleep he curls up beside me this dark thin boy from the island every time he opens his mouth i hear sounds from deep within the forest