ABOUT ME

Yvonne.
20.
Graphic Design.

tag:
joshuawasserstein
CURRENTLY

reading:
Day 21 by Kass Morgan

watching:
Psych

listening to:
Bad Suns

NETWORKS

the asscrowns
the mockingjays
the nephilim
the tributes
babes



guys come talk to me??

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"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, uncomfortable. “I know.”

"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."
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kestreltrajan:

"Please don’t do this," he said. "Kestrel, you don’t know. You don’t understand."

"I see things quite clearly." She began to walk to meet her father, in whose eyes she had, at last, done something to make him proud.

"You don’t," Arin said.

She pretended not to hear him. She watched the white sky dissolve into snow and shiver apart over the laden sea. She felt icy sparks on her skin. The snow fell on her, it fell on him, but Kestrel knew that no single flake could ever  t o u c h  them both.

She didn’t look back when he spoke again.

"You don’t, Kestrel, even though the god of lies loves you."

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Twc

So I decided that every art project I turn in this semester will be based on a book I love and so far it has worked wonders for me. I did a hunger games project which was one of the classes favorites, I’m currently working on a Mara Dyer one, and our next projectors going to be Anna and the French Kiss inspired. I am SO excited.

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Like this if you have an inspiration tag on your blog?

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odeirs:

Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. (…) I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. 

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I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

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“Please Mia,” he implores. “Don’t make me write a song.”

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The best people all have some kind of scar.

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maradyerdaily:

I was poison, and Noah was the drug that would made me forget it.

maradyerdaily:

I was poison, and Noah was the drug that would made me forget it.

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“The boy is destined for greatness, but with you, he is in danger. You are linked, the two of you. You must leave him. This is what I have seen.”

I grew frustrated. “Is he in danger because of me?”

“He will die before his time with you by his side, unless you let him go. Fate or chance? Coincidence or destiny? I cannot say.” Her voice had turned soft.

Soft and sad.

A fist closed around my heart. I tried to let him go once before. It didn’t work.

“I can’t,” was all I said to her, and quietly.

“Then you will love him to ruins, she said, and let my hands go.” 

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youarethefirstdreamofmysoul:

The Raven Cycle meme: [1/4] Characters: Blue Sargent.

"She wasn’t interested in telling other people’s futures. She was interested in going out and finding her own"

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trc

czarkoschei:

"I am Lady Kestrel. General Trajan’s daughter. Herrani have taken the peninsula. You must recall my father from the east and send him to stamp out the rebellion. You must.”

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twc

Happy Birthday King Maxon Calix Schreave!
(credit pictures)

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neitherheavenorhell:

Black is the color that is no color at all. Black is the color of a child’s still, empty bedroom. The heaviest hour of the night-the one that traps you in your bunk, suffocating in another nightmare. It is a uniform stretched over the broad shoulders of an angry young man. Black is the mud, the lidless eye watching you every breath, the low vibrations of the fence that streches up to tear the sky.It is a road. A forgotten night sky broken up by faded stars.It is the barrel of a new gun, leveled at your heart.                                                 The color of Chubs’s hair,                                                         Liam’s bruises,                                                               Zu’s eyes.

neitherheavenorhell:

Black is the color that is no color at all.
Black is the color of a child’s still, empty bedroom. The heaviest hour of the night-the one that traps you in your bunk, suffocating in another nightmare. It is a uniform stretched over the broad shoulders of an angry young man. Black is the mud, the lidless eye watching you every breath, the low vibrations of the fence that streches up to tear the sky.
It is a road. A forgotten night sky broken up by faded stars.
It is the barrel of a new gun, leveled at your heart.

                                                 The color of Chubs’s hair,
                                                         Liam’s bruises,
                                                              Zu’s eyes.

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tdm
NOTHING'S truth →
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