Served Me Well

(E, 4/8)

Chapter 4: Blue Silk, Daylight

It’s a small room, made for conversation or perhaps for waiting, with an inoffensive oil painting in a dusty gilt frame, and low-backed chairs with curving arms carved into eagles’ wings. There are no flowers in the vase on the side table, and it’s been some days since the windows were cleaned. She seats herself and he shuts the door behind him.

Kaz looks at her. The color is very high in her cheeks, and she turns her face a little away from his. “My shoe is untied,” she says.

He knows it isn’t. He goes to her anyway, and kneels down.

were–ralph:

I know its fun to be like omg twitter is dying lets goooo

but its really sad that we’re losing yet another form of human communication and years of information because of another ceo baby manchild. I’m going to lose contact with a bunch of friends i’ve made because of this and it sucks

(via envysnest)

christophernolan:

Kanej Week 2023 | Day 2 | Favorite quotes

A Simple Woman - Chelsea Hodson // F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby // Fish in Exile, Vi Khi Nao // okechukwu nzelu here again now // Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo // sappho // susan sontag as consciousness is harnessed to the flesh: journals and longings // J. D Mcclatchy, from Late Night Ode //

(via whipped4ksb)

boomdafunk:

Touch

teammoth:

Time to stop pretending that Judith isn’t a cutie patootie

mothdoly:

after the war

(via incognitajones)

Really cannot stress how much of a lie the chapter estimate is.

neekahdiewoelfin:

(via sacrerouges)

bambbimbo:

Happy pride month to all vacholieres!!! 🏳️‍🌈✨

(via palin-tropos)

ame-gosh:

fnordseer5:

ambiguity fans be like. perhaps

(via madnessofmen)