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tired
o brave new world
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Blue Lily, Lily Blue (2014)
There was another pause, and Gansey realized she’d hung up. He leaned back against the fridge, eyes closed, guilty, comforted, wild, contained. In twenty-four hours, he’d be waiting for this again. You know better you know better you know better
Blue Lily, Lily Blue (2014)
There was another pause, and Gansey realized she’d hung up. He leaned back against the fridge, eyes closed, guilty, comforted, wild, contained. In twenty-four hours, he’d be waiting for this again. You know better you know better you know better
why do we breathe air? because we love air? because we don’t want to suffocate. why do we eat? because we don’t want to starve. how do i know i love her? because i can sleep after i talk to her.
He fell to his knees — a soundless gesture for a boy with no real body. One hand splayed in the dirt, fingers pressed to the ground. Blue saw the blackness of the church more clearly than the curved shape of his shoulder.
“Blue,” he warned, but his voice was chaotic. This close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat, and Gansey, just Gansey.
She said, “I just want to pretend. I want to pretend that I could.
can u imagine how terribly dressed blue and gansey’s kids would be. like here’s gansey on one side demonstrating the wonders of sperrys top siders and blue on the other teaching them how to artistically rip up their clothing
bluesey coffee shop au where every time blue says her name someone ends up writing “bloo” or something equally embarrassing on her cup and so she just says “jane” instead and gansey, slightly mystified coffee shop patron, goes months thinking that’s her name and just strikes up casual conversation with her like “ah jane how are you today” and blue is just. like. “???? ??? ?”
This close, his throat was scented with mint and wool sweater and vinyl car seat, and Gansey, just Gansey.
There are only two reasons a non-seer would see a spirit on St. Mark’s Eve, Blue.
Either you’re his true love, or you killed him.
imagine blue giving adam a really nice homemade exfoliating hand scrub specifically because she knows it’ll make adam’s hands really soft and touchable and she loves to destroy ronan
#spoiler alert: it works and in retaliation ronan buys gansey twelve new polo shirts and a pair of aquamarine boat shoes #blue: that is an absolute monstrosity i didn’t know they even came in that color #ronan: they don’t i special ordered them
Who was this Blue? She felt bigger than her body. High as the stars. He leaned toward her — her heart spun again — and pressed his cheek against hers. His lips didn’t touch her skin, but she felt his breath, hot and uneven, on her face. His fingers splayed on either side of her spine. Her lips were so close to his jaw that she felt his hint of stubble at the end of them. It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.
All we do is drive.
I just want to pretend. I want to pretend that I could.
He called Blue.
“Hello?”
He pressed his eyes closed. Just the sound of her voice, the Henrietta lull to it, made him feel uneven and shattered.
…
She called Gansey.
“Blue?” he said.
Just his voice. Her heart tethered itself. Not completely, but enough to stop quivering so much. She closed her eyes.” (x)
