pity, no stars
i hoped there'd be stars
hate-free blog except maybe the very ocassional gripe about bryan singer.
reading: american gods by neil gaiman, heir of fire by sarah j. maas
listening to: dear evan hansen cast recording; natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812 cast recording
last movie: dunkirk
books read in 2017: the raven cycle series
Humans were so circular; they lived the same slow cycles of joy and misery over and over, never learning. Every lesson in the universe had to be taught billions of times, and it never stuck. Maybe it was good that the world forgot every lesson, every good and bad memory, every triumph and failure, all of it dying with each generation. Perhaps this cultural amnesia spared them all. Perhaps if they remembered everything, hope would die instead.
lit meme: [4/10] series or books ☰ the raven cycle
She was no less obsessed with them than they were with her, or one another, analysing every conversation and gesture, drawing out every joke into a longer and longer running gag, spending each moment either with one another or thinking about when next they would be with one another.
trc character study [2/6]: ronan lynch
“They were silent through communion, as Noah remained in the pew and Declan limped up the aisle and accepted the host and Ronan closed his eyes to be blessed— please God what am I tell me what I am— and Matthew shook his head at the wine.”
Everything Ronan had ever said about Adam restructured itself in Gansey’s mind. What a strange constellation they all were.
The king sleeps still, under a mountain, and around him is assembled his warriors and his herds and his riches. By his right hand is his cup, filled with possibility. On his breast nestles his sword, waiting, too, to wake. Fortunate is the soul who finds the king and is brave enough to call him to wakefulness, for the king will grant him a favor, as wondrous as can be imagined by a mortal man.
The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night.
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 raven cycle: blue sargent
the only thing was, she didn’t really want to see the future. what she wanted was to see something no one else could see or would see, and maybe that was asking for more magic than was in the world.
LIT MEME: [1/3] ENDINGS » stardust by neil gaiman
they say that each night, when the duties of state permit, she climbs, on foot, and limps, alone, to the highest peak of the palace, where she stands for hour after hour, seeming not to notice the cold peak winds.
