Henry kissed Camilla again. “I love you,” he said. Then he said, out loud: “Come in.”
The door flew open. Henry raised the arm with the gun.
…but then I heard Camilla scream, “No, Henry!” and, too late, I realized what he was going to do.
#THE DEFINITION#OF OTP#gone with the wind#the most formative#when i was a kid i loooved romances#but mother was (and still is) STAUNCHLY against them#she was like ‘why are you reading that rubbish?? READ SOME CLASSICS #so i read the classical romances lmao#what a little shit#but really this was the first book i read that really changed my perspective on#protagonists and the notion of ‘good’ people#because rhett and scarlett are so objectively horrible but its THEIR story#and the love they have doesn’t ~redeem them as people - it completes them because they’ve found another person who accept them completely#even and especially the bad selfish cruel bits#idk THEY WERE MINDBLOWING AND SUPER IMPORTANT TO 9/10YO ME#and every shiop since has been affected by it
Get to Know Me Meme: 2/∞ TV Shows
↳ The Borgias
”Oh, what’s Rome without a good plot?”
It honestly breaks my heart to think that somewhere in the world right now, Jennifer Lawrence (in addition to multiple other women) may very well be crying her eyes out because her privacy has been greatly compromised in one of the most awful ways possible. This is so fucking disgusting and whoever did this is a fucking low-life pig.
"Every time I’ve spoken to you you’ve never spoken back. Although, given our mutual disdain, I can’t blame you for the silent treatment. Perhaps I’m speaking to the wrong audience. [To Satan.] Can you hear me? Are you even capable of language, or do you only understand depravity? […] There is no solace above or below. Only us, small, solitary, striving, battling one another. I pray to myself, for myself.”
"I will put you there and turn out the light in your eyes and come to stare at you for centuries, to pore over you, because you are mine, my treasure, my hoard, and I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go.”
"It’s my own name I’m afraid of forgetting."
"Your true name is written here," she said tapping his chest.
"Tattooed on your heart. You don’t let just anyone read it.”
He shifted, uncomfortable. “I know.”"I want you to know my name," he said. "The name I was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Alina?""Yes," I breathed.After a long moment, he said, "Aleksander."
Sorry, what was that? I stopped paying attention at “our brother”.
Like calls to like.
Shadow and Bone, Leigh Bardugo
Those demons are not done. They are hellbent on killing me.
God I want you,
In some chaste, Victorian way.
A glimpse of your ankle
just kills me.