Brother and sister
“My favorite movie is Deadpool, and my lucky number is eleven.”
“Your jersey number?”
His eyes widen. “Yeah. I’m surprised you know that.”
“Not as surprised as I am that you’re rattling off random information all of a sudden.”
He shrugs. “Just feels like that’s the kind of stuff a sister should know about her brother. You know, if we’re sharing.”
“Oh. Um, thanks.”
Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity.
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
“You’re Linh Cinder?”
“Yes, Your High—” She bit down on her lip.
“The mechanic?”
She nodded. “How can I help you?”
Instead of answering, the prince bent down, craning his neck so that she had no choice but to meet his eyes, and dashed a grin at her. Her heart winced.
The prince straightened, forcing her gaze to follow him.
“You’re not quite what I was expecting.”
“Well you’re hardly—what I—um.” Unable to hold his gaze, Cinder reached for the android and pulled it to her side of the table. “What seems to be wrong with the android, Your Highness?”
your son is gonna die in the next war... habeas corpus
Stop Romanticising Loneliness
If there is anything that can be crueller than death, it's nurturing false hope in your heart just to see them crushing every piece of you at the end."
Ölümden daha acımasız bir şey varsa, o da kalbinizde sahte umutlar beslemek
ve sonunda onların gelip sizin her parçanızı birer birer paramparça ettiğini görmektir.”
