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She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing,
Good Tattoo idea
Not flowers—never flowers in Terrasen. Instead, they carried small stones to graves to mark their visits, to tell the dead that they still remembered. Stones were eternal—flowers were not.
Good Idea for future needs 🪦⚰️💀
tomato and basil soup,
sounds yummy😋
the cerulean blue front with the ivory stag and the golden star between its antlers. The immortal stag of Mala Fire-Bringer,
Sounds like the jagermeister logo
how you might never know that I missed you with only an ocean between us. But if it was death separating us … I would find you. I don’t care how many rules it would break. Even if I had to get all three keys myself and open a gate, I would find you again. Always.”
Awwl😍
“I want to take my time with you—to learn … every inch of you. And this apartment has very, very thin walls. I don’t want to have an audience,”
Hot 🔥
For a heartbeat, she wasn’t in the warehouse. For a heartbeat, she was standing in a beautiful bedroom, before a bloody bed and the wrecked body splayed upon it.
PTSD Flashback to Nehemiah's death
She was weeping silently, but Manon didn’t know if she should reach out. She didn’t know how to comfort, how to soothe.
Mom. She doesn't fully know how to soothe/love me
“What if we go on,” he said, “only to more pain and despair? What if we go on, only to find a horrible end waiting for us?” Aelin looked northward, as if she could see all the way to Terrasen. “Then it is not the end.”
So poetic
“But wherever we go, we’ll go together.”
Awwwl 🥹
Light up the darkness, Majesty.”
Light it up Danica...Sarah J Maas’s last book series Crescent City
“What was it like?” Manon asked quietly. “To love.” For love was what it had been—what Asterin perhaps alone of all the Ironteeth witches had felt, had learned. “It was like dying a little every day. It was like being alive, too. It was joy so complete it was pain. It destroyed me and unmade me and forged me. I hated it, because I knew I couldn’t escape it, and knew it would forever change me. And that witchling … I loved her, too. I loved her in a way I cannot describe—other than to tell you that it was the most powerful thing I’ve ever felt, greater than rage, than lust, than magic.”
I want to find I love like this some day
latter in a special wheeled chair that they’d acquired for him.
Funny way of saying wheelchair
To whatever end.
Great tattoo idea
