Shifting Is Just Desire In Its Purest Form. Longing So Sharp It Carves Doorways Between Worlds. Let Yourself

all i do is sit and think about imaginary but extremely detailed romantic scenarios

fuck you my child is completely fine…

your child want a fae male to bite them.

I love those autumn mornings when you can smell the air and it’s a little bit cold but not too cold and there are leaves everywhere

i want the small but significant things. the goodbye and hello kisses, knowing how they like their tea/ coffee, taking care of them when they’re sick, „i got that thing you mentioned“, falling asleep in each other’s arms and them being the first thing you see when you wake up, lazily making out, being a shoulder to cry on, cooking together and for each other, making memories together … sharing our lives until we can’t tell where one ends and the other begins

“You’re so quiet, what’s wrong?” I’m creating my own fantasy world to escape from reality so shut up.

“It’s yours. Don’t bury it in my back, please.”

— Lucien, placing monumental trust in Feyre by giver her one of his own daggers. 

Fae husbands are the superior husbands. I said what I said, and no you can’t make me change my mind

i am a #lucienwhore first.

whenever i imagine my dream home, the kitchen is so so important. hand-painted plates, gorgeous mugs and teapots, a ton of cookie cutters to choose from, niche kitchen supplies, anything to make it feel like mine...i want to wake up early in the morning and make breakfast for me and my lover, open windows letting in the sunlight, birds chirping outside. manifesting this now.