lets play a game called ‘i feel like i’m bothering you with everything i say so i won’t make any attempts at contact until you message me first’
MY MOM JUST TOLD ME TO CREMATE HER AND PUT HER ASHES IN AN HOUR GLASS SO THAT EVEN AFTER SHE’S DEAD AND GONE SHE CAN CONTINUE TELLING ME HOW MUCH TIME I’M WASTING ON THIS SITE.
sooo you both get burned in the end
you did NOT
HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF MY MOTHER IN THAT TONE OF PUN
"The Seelie Queen lay upon her bed and looked up at the stone ceiling of her bedchamber."
"Faeries slept little, and rarely dreamed, but the Queen liked her bed to be comfortable."
“Have you ever,” said the boy in the bed beside her, “pricked yourself on one of the thorns, Your Majesty?”
“She turned to look at Jonathan Morgenstern sprawled among the covers.”
“She leaned to kiss him, and he reached up to twine his fingers in her red hair.”