Trees In Your Eyes, Stars In Your Heart

"If I were orpheus I wouldn't look back"

But we look back everyday- rechecking emails, making sure a friend is still behind you, checking to see if you remebered to pick up your keys. It's second nature, a habit of care.

It was second nature for him too. He looked back, not out of weakness, but love. For what is love, if not to look back?

beloved exy boyfriends 🤲

they have never once been normal about each other

Natalie’s entire life was about giving everything she had to others and getting nothing in return.

She hiked for miles in subzero temperatures just to find something to hunt and feed the group, and instead of being met with gratitude, she was blamed when the food ran out.

She extended compassion and support to everyone else when they needed it (comforting Lottie in the middle of the night, holding Shauna’s hand and never leaving her side throughout her labor, understanding Travis’ grief when no one else would) and yet she is always completely alone in her own moments of suffering.

She took on the burden of leadership even while still reeling from the trauma of Javi’s death and the cabin fire, guiding the group out of one of their darkest times. She guided them in building shelter and creating a thriving community. And they repaid her by pushing her to the ground, calling her a murderer, stripping her of her leadership role, and forcing her to butcher the body of her only father figure— whom she had just killed out of mercy and necessity for the group, so that no one else would have to bear the burden of his blood on their hands.

She risked everything to carry out an elaborate plan to get everyone rescued—climbing a mountain, contacting help, ultimately saving all of their lives—and still, in the adult timeline, they treat her like she’s beneath them.

She literally died as a sacrifice so the rest of them could keep living and all she got was a 1 minute funeral.

for anyone expecting to talk to a normal human being for at least the next month this is who you are actually talking to!

”wait- i die??”

van my love oh my god.

her entire existence really is media. it’s all a performance. shes watching her life through the television and reacting to the plot twists as an onlooker. and she dies at the end. the twist is that she dies at the end and now she’s watching herself die and fuck it’s just so real.

fuuuuuuuu k

adam parrish looks different every time you see him. that’s partially demonstrated in the first chapters of cdth, but sometimes his hair is red. sometimes it’s a spunky strawberry blond, or a golden brown, or hay colored yellow. the skin under his eyes is so thin that it gets all purple and veiny, especially when he’s tired but that’s kind of always. sometimes his skin is a sickly sort of grayish yellow but others it’s a dusty tan, a product of working on his cars in the virginia sun. his clothes always seem to fit him differently, it’s the way they hang or perhaps the way he holds himself. every once in a while he has these scary, angry, blue eyes, an inherited gift from his father — but more often theyre the same muddy grey as the sky he looked up at, clouds rolling in overhead, from when he was young. he is stringy and small and six feet tall at the same time. unlike gansey, this has never been “all there is.” and it never will be.

do it for him

Never forget.

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