Ray

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          Give this shit a try, girl, and lmk how tf it is cause atp I am done.

“The problem, though, with trying to be the ideal anything is that eventually the definition changes, and you realize that what you'd been pursuing all along was not a single truth but a set of expectations determined by context. You leave that context, and you leave behind those expectations, too, and then you're nothing once again.”
          ― Hanya Yanagihara, To Paradise

“All the most terrifying ifs involve people. All the good ones do as well.”
          ― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

HAPPY NEW YEAR <333333

“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
          ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Dear friend, You are not a freak. You are wanted. You are necessary. You are the only you there is. Don’t be afraid to leave the castle. It’s a great big world out there. Love, a fellow reader”
          ― Jennifer Niven, Holding Up the Universe

“It was precisely these scenes he missed the most from his own life with Willem, the forgettable, in-between moments in which nothing seemed to be happening but whose absence was singularly unfillable.”
          ― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“That is — your friend?"
          "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.”
          ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Name one hero who was happy."
          I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.
          "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
          "I can't."
          "I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
          "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
          "I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
          "Why me?"
          "Because you're the reason. Swear it."
          "I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
          "I swear it," he echoed.
          We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
          "I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
          ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Thinking about history makes me wonder how I’ll fit into it one day, I guess. And you too. I kinda wish people still wrote like that. History, huh? Bet we could make some.”
          ― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue