i need to disappear from the face of the earth for a week and seek shelter in these weird fucking barns. exclusively talk to this emotionally unstable bald gay guy who lives there. no phone just grass and sleepy cows.

HAPPY SAINT MARK'S EEEEEVVVVEEEEEEEEE

hope i am not just some random tumblr user to you but also the beacon of queerness that kinda upsets your mom

i will always understand declan and ronan’s struggle because no one tells you how mutually exclusive it can feel to forgive either your parents or your sibling

talking about trb with people who haven’t read it/have started/are planning to is like having a shared friend that you’ve known for a bit longer. and for some reason trb has vulnerability issues and refuses to tell the other one things so you can’t talk about the things you wanna with your friend!!!

this morning i did some fucking around and i have a whole evening of finding out ahead of me

be so for real with me right now

been a little melancholy lately not quite sure why (knows why)

No one can understand the feeling I have about Noah czerny, I ache for him.

I will never get over his kiss with Blue- ‘it was hard to remember what he looked like, even when she was looking at him…”I’d ask you out, if I was alive.” Nothing was fair. “I’d say Ok,” she replied. She only had time to see him smile faintly. And then he was gone.’ I WILL NEVER GER OVER THATOML.

“I was more when I was alive” STOP ITTTTTTTTT. We actively watch him decay through the series and it makes be sob

He’s so fucking sweet

Paperbacks should be $1 and hardcovers should be $2

but its the best part

they should invent a reread of trc that doesn’t make you want to bash your head into a wall with all its connections and foreshadowing

i can appreciate declan lynch because when you’re the oldest sibling it’s true everyone DOES hate you and you never win.

declan lynch hello

feeling quite homicidal about my english class might write a dissertation about pynch

guess who's rereading the raven boys

we’re all just a bunch of people who are unsure of just how many women live at 300 fox way, aren’t we?

do u ever think about how niall lynch was a devilishly handsome son of a bitch who was impossible not to like, naturally commanded the attention of everyone in the room, told stories as easily as breathing, ruled over his own particular corner of the world, didn’t even seem real until you knew him, died facedown on a gravel driveway, and then do you ever think about gansey.