“I always say to people, ‘If you have a problem with me text me, If you don’t have my number then that means you don’t know me well enough to have a problem with me anyways.’”—Raven Symone (via milkshake-roses)
not because they are passionate or sweet-smelling
I don’t know,
this ocean is yours,
these buttons and wheels
glasses, knives and
of someone’s fingers
on their handle or surface,
the trace of a distant hand
in the depths of forgetfulness.”—Pablo Neruda
“There is no shortage of water in the desert but exactly the right amount, a perfect ratio of water to rock, of water to sand, ensuring that wide, free, open, generous spacing among plants and animals, homes and towns and cities, which makes the arid west so different from any other part of the nation. There is no lack of water here, unless you try to establish a city where no city should be.”—Edward Abbey
She nodded, her brow creased as if recalling some old and half-forgotten pain, then she smiled and the years fell from her. ‘I have ruled a small piece of earth,’ she proclaimed in a bright whisper, like a secret.
Alexyin’s fingers dug into Liall’s shoulder. Nadiushka closed her eyes and did not open them, and some minutes later she drew her last breath. Her chest fell and did not rise again, and Alexyin, so composed before that, took a shaking breath and knelt by the side of the royal bed, hiding his face in his hands as the death bell tolled in the Shining Tower.
Liall knelt on the floor with him, and Alexyin did not chide him for weeping, for all men are little boys when their mother dies.
The Land of Night: Book Three of Scarlet and the White Wolf