THE FOLK OF THE AIR ♔ HOLLY BLACK

❝ In my most wretched hours, I believe you will never come back. Why would you, save for your ambition? You have always known exactly what I am and seen all my failings, all my weaknesses and scars. I flattered myself that at moments you had feelings for me other than contempt, but even were that true, they would make but a thin gruel beside the feast of your other, greater desires. And yet my heart is buried with you in the strange soil of the mortal world, as it was drowned with you in the cold waters of the undersea. It was yours before I could ever admit it, and yours it shall ever remain.
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about me: kirsty, 27, bisexual, sometimes writer.
working on: london calling (wip)
reading: tvwlm by julia quinn
listening to: phoebe bridgers
playing: sims 4