Aedion growled again, his eyes—their matching eyes—gleaming in the dark.
“I don’t see what all the fuss is about. So what if you burned a few books? Those librarians deserve it. When we’re older, maybe we’ll burn it to the ground together.”
She knew he meant it. He’d burn the library, the city, or the whole world to ashes if she asked him. It was their bond, marked by blood and scent and something else she couldn’t place. A tether as strong as the one that bound her to her parents.
Stronger, in some ways.
no matter what anyone says, the night before a morning where you don’t have to get up early for anything, when you can stay up as late as you want doing anything you want and can just sleep in the next day and snuggle into your covers like a little burrito, is the best kind of night in the world.
at night: everything is crashing around me. nothing has any meaning
in the morning: Whatever I Am Great
thanks so so much!!!! <3
"A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it’s in hot water.” -Eleanor Roosevelt
shockingly, kids are sick and tired of paying hundreds of dollars for overpriced stacks of paper!!!!!! who wouldve thought!!!!!!