I don't know what I'm trying to say. I don't know what any of this is really about.
Why we bother.
Why we're here.
Why we love.
...
There is a point, I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I've felt—it meant something.
Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living.
That's what I've learned. That's what I'm going to be doing from now on.
Living.
And loving, sappy as it sounds.
I'm not falling anymore. That's what L says, and she's right.
I guess you could say I'm lying.
We both are.
And I'm pretty sure somewhere up there in the real blue sky and carpenter bee greatness, Amma is flying too.
We all are, depending on how you look at it. Flying or falling, it's up to us.
Because the sky isn't really made of blue paint, and there aren't just two kinds of people in this world, the stupid and the stuck. We only think there are. Don't waste your time with either—with anything. It's not worth it.
You can ask my mom, if it's the right kind of starry night. The kind with two Caster moons and a Northern and a Southern Star.
At least I know I can.
Tag: inspirational beautiful-redemption
I raise my glass to the moon and drink it myself.
Life has never tasted sweeter.
Tag: beautiful-redemption
Rage, or something as equally dense and seething, was hanging from every chandelier, resentment woven into thick carpets padding the room, hatred flickering underneath every lampshade. The floor bathed in a creepy shadow, a particular darkness that had seeped into the walls, and right now was rolling across my converse so I couldn't see them. Absolute darkness.
Kami GarciaTag: beautifulcreatures
He knew, perhaps better than anyone, that we don't get to choose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it.
Kami GarciaMy body was jerking and shaking, and I remembered John when he was in the Tunnels with Lena. The weird jerking and twitching he seemed unable to control.
Was this what it felt like to be in the grip of Abraham Ravenwood?
Tag: magic supernatural incubus beautiful-chaos abraham-ravenwood
I am the Lilum. Time. Truth. Destiny. The Endless River. The Wheel of Fate. You do not command me.
Kami GarciaTag: fate magic beautiful-chaos demon-queen lilum wheel-of-fate
She was rage and vengeance, wrath and malice, in beautifully twisted human form.
Kami GarciaTag: rage beauty evil dark beautiful-chaos sarafine dark-caster dark-magic
We both loved her. And you couldn't control who you loved, even if you wanted to.
Kami GarciaApparently, I was taking U.S. History again this year, which was the only history taught at Jackson, making the name redundant. I would be spending my second consecutive year studying the “War of Northern Aggression” with Mr. Lee, no relation. But as we all knew, in spirit Mr. Lee and the famous Confederate general were one and the same. Mr. Lee was one of the few teachers who actually hated me. Last year, on a dare from Link, I had written a paper called “The War of Southern Aggression,” and Mr. Lee had given me a D. Guess the teachers actually did read the papers sometimes, after all.
Kami GarciaMercy, look what Ethan found, your Tennessee Collector’s spoon. I told you I didn’t take it!" Aunt Prue hollered.
"Let me see that." Mercy put her glasses on to inspect the spoon. "Well, I’ll be. I finally have all eleven states."
"There are more than eleven states, Aunt Mercy."
"I only collect the states a the Confed’racy." Aunt Grace and Aunt Prue nodded in agreement.
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