if you ever compliment my edits in your tags u should know i love you
In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys. - (The Dream Thieves, Maggie Stiefvater)
im all about having more body posi media but not when the message is “boys like curvy girls” because who fucking cares what boys like
We train our sons to be soldiers, our daughters to be L E A D E R S
"She removes her wig, her eyelashes, her makeup, never breaking eye contact with the reflection of her natural self. It’s an intimate, powerful moment television doesn’t often show: A black woman removing all the elements white supremacy tells her she has to wear to be beautiful, successful, powerful." (x)
She was a complicated equation that didn’t need to be solved.
—[Kiss the Sky by Krista & Becca Ritchie]
*finishes tv show, movie or book*
*immediately searches tag on Tumblr*
“You’ve seen, like, movies. Of kisses, right? Your lips need to be, like, wanting to be kissed. […] So imagine one of those,” Noah suggested.
She sighed and sifted through her memories until she found one that would do. It wasn’t a movie kiss, however. It was the kiss the dreaming tree had showed her in Cabeswater. Her first and only kiss with Gansey, right before he died. She thought about his nice mouth when he smiled. About his pleasant eyes when he laughed. She closed her eyes.She could feel how badly the other Blue wanted to kiss him, even as she dreaded it. Though she couldn’t understand why, her real, present day memories in the tree cavity were clouded with other false memories of their lips nearly touching, a life this other Blue had already lived.
Okay. I’m ready—Gansey’s voice caught, just a little. Blue, kiss me.