Yrene’s eyes filled with surprise and curiosity, but she asked nothing as Chaol again slid his arms around her and held her tightly.
Every step, all of it, had led here.
taylor swift didn't write:
"i don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush, everybody wants you but i don't like a gold rush" "my mind turns your life into folklore, i can't dare to dream about you anymore"
for you to ignore gold rush
Matthew shrugged. “If you say so. I like my uncle Gabriel better. Not as much as Uncle Will, of course.”
Will has always been my favorite too, Jem agreed solemnly.
It feels like joking about the CDC is the only way to process the seemingly absurd fact that yet another institution that is supposed to protect people has instead chosen to protect capital, effectively dissolving whatever small modicum of trust anyone might have still had for it
thinking about that once scene in crown of midnight where chaol can’t even make it back to his rooms without crying so he goes into a closet and just starts bawling