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and more brilliant

than any I've

snatched away

for centuries."


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On the morning of October 6, 1789 a mob of angry Parisians, mostly women, marched to the Palace demanding bread. They stormed the Palace, ran up the Queen’s Staircase and broke into the Guard’s Room, then into the antechamber. Marie Antoinette ran from her bedchamber into her private apartments towards the King’s Suite to find her husband and son.

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Something worth fighting for.

It was slow-going at first, but I was determined to feed us. I stole eggs from nests, caught fish in nets, sometimes managed to shoot a squirrel or rabbit for stew, and gathered the various plants that sprung up beneath my feet. Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and you’re dead. I checked and double-checked the plants I harvested with my father’s pictures. I kept us alive. 

I believe in her, you should to ..because she doesn’t give up on the people she loves”.

Everyday you live your life, ordinary, normal - but there’s only so long you can hide from the truth

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TID Appreciation Week | Day 3: favorite scene » Will & Cecily Herondale
(Clockwork Princess, chapter 4 “To Be Wise and Love”)

“Jem is your parabatai,” she said. “He is your brother, given to you by the Clave, but I am your sister by blood. Why would you do anything for him, but you only want me to go home?”

A child’s voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who’ve forgotten how to listen.