When her body first hit the net, all I registered was a gray blur. I pulled her across it and her hand was small, but warm, and then she stood before me, short and thin and plain and in all ways unremarkable- except that she had jumped first. The stiff had jumped first.
Even I didn’t jump first.
Her eyes were so stern, so insistent.
it’s the things we l o v e most that d e s t r o y us.
every everlark scene
cf | going to the reaping
the longer you watch it the more you want to find the nearest cliff
hey look satan made a gif
No. Metatron did.
You are the face of this
r e v o l u t i o n.