“the lies of centuries, the lies of love, the lies of Socrates and Blake and Christ will be your bedmates and tombstones in a death that will never end.” LoveLifeDeathHistoryLiesBedmates Book:Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit Source: Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
“What were you doing tonight anyway?' 'What makes you ask?' His tone clearly insinuates that I shouldn't. Too bad. 'You made it to my room within minutes, and you're not exactly dressed for sleeping.' He's strapped with a sword for crying out loud. 'Maybe I sleep in my armour, too.' 'Then you should pick more trustworthy bedmates.' He snorts, a flash of a smile appearing for a heartbeat. A real one. Not the fake, forced sneer I'm used to seeing or the cocky little smirk. An honest, heart-stopping smile that I'm anything but immune to.” FunnyVioletSmilingFourth WingViolet SorrengailRebecca YarrosXaden RiorsonXadenArmourBedmates Book:Fourth Wing Source: Fourth Wing