“Adam looked up at Ronan. ‘I know it was you,’ he said. ‘I figured it out. The rent.’
He held Ronan’s gaze for just a moment longer, until something inside Ronan unwound and he almost said something.” 

He leaned toward  her —her heart spun again —and pressed his cheek against hers. His lips didn’t touch her skin, but she felt his breath, hot and uneven, on her face. His fingers splayed on either side of her spine. 

herchnsn:

Adam was in the dream, too; he traced the tangled pattern of the ink with his finger. He said, "Scio quid hoc est." As he traced it father and father down on the bare skin of Ronan’s back, Ronan himself disappeared entirely, and the tattoo got smaller and smaller. It was a Celtic knot the size of a wafer, and then Adam, who had become Kavinsky, said, "Scio quid estis vos." He put the tattoo in his mouth and swallowed it. - Maggie Stiefvater, The Dream Thieves.

lesfemmesartistes:

Imogen Cunningham, The Wind, c. 1910.

lesfemmesartistes:

Imogen Cunningham, The Wind, c. 1910.


"I’m just warning you," Neeve said. "Watch for the devil. When there’s a god, there’s always a legion of devils.”

"I’m just warning you," Neeve said. "Watch for the devil. When there’s a god, there’s always a legion of devils.

They had been a two-headed creature for so long, Ronan-and-Gansey.

chorelle:

Adam wasn’t certain what came first with Blue - her treating the boys as friends, or them all becoming friends. It seemed to Adam that this circular way to build relationships required a healthy amount of self-confidence to undertake. And it was a strange sort of magic that it felt like she’d always been hunting for Glendower with them.

Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didn’t know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves.

parishben:

ronan lynch (◕‿◕✿) 

ronan lynch singing (◠‿◠✿)

ronan lynch in an irish music competition (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ 

R O N A N   L Y N C H  ʘ‿ʘ

She thought of a spring flower. A lily, blue, like her name.
A blue petal fell aimlessly into her hair. Another dropped onto the back of her hand, slipping down her wrist like a kiss.
Gansey’s eyes opened as petals landed lightly on his cheeks. As his lips parted, ever-wondering, a petal landed directly on his mouth. (x)

mk