fever dream

To Beatrice — darling, dearest, dead.

moodboard → romeo and juliet, william shakespeare

Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

he’d started to believe the six of them were somehow charmed, that his guns, kaz’s brains, nina’s wit, inej’s talent, wylan’s ingenuity, and matthias’ strength had made them somehow untouchable. they might suffer. they might take their knocks, but wylan was right, in the end they were all supposed to stay standing.

Once, over dinner, Henry was quite startled to learn from me that men had walked on the moon. “No,” he said, putting down his fork.
“It’s true,” chorused the rest, who had somehow managed to pick this up along the way.
“I don’t believe it.”
“I saw it,” said Bunny. “It was on television.”
“How did they get there? When did this happen?“

The Romanov Dynasty // pt. III - OTMA [Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Anastasia]

“It’s difficult to write about anything cheerful, because there’s all too little cheerfulness here.On the other hand, God doesn’t abandon us. The sun shines, the birds sing, and this morning we heard the bells sounding matins.”

those cunning folk use any means, to achieve their ends