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joshuawasserstein:

I’ll walk forever with stories inside me that the people I love the most can n e v e r h e a r.

noahhshavv:

                                           They rattled my cage to see if I’d bite.
                          When they released me, they’d see that the answer was yes.

noahhshavv:

                                           They rattled my cage to see if I’d bite.

                          When they released me, they’d see that the answer was yes.

lolita-the-whale:

“Each line on the second page was filled with words. Hundreds of words on thirteen lines, arranged into the briefest of sentences.”

lolita-the-whale:

“Each line on the second page was filled with words. Hundreds of words on thirteen lines, arranged into the briefest of sentences.”

maraadyer:

Morales. Rachel. Claire. Noah

Did she just say our names? Did she just say— 

TURN OFF THE CAMERA.

Oh, God—

maradyerdaily:

You have to admit, the paranoia was humorous. What could the detective possibly know? That I thought Morales should die and she died? Crazy. That I wanted the dog’s owner punished for what he did to her and he was? Laughable. Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.

maradyerdaily:

You have to admit, the paranoia was humorous. What could the detective possibly know? That I thought Morales should die and she died? Crazy. That I wanted the dog’s owner punished for what he did to her and he was? Laughable. Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.

katheargent:

This is what I knew: I was trapped in mt body in that bed at that moment. But even as I looked out throught the windows of my eyes, throught the bars of my prison, I knew I wouldn’t be trapped forever.

They rattled my cage to see if I’d bite. When they released me, they’d see the answer w a s y e s. (The Evolution of Mara Dyer)

Jude was alive

Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty? This hatred? How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return, but knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed all by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?

joshuawasserstein:

I’ll walk forever with stories inside me that the people I love the most can n e v e r h e a r.

maradyerdaily:

An image of a girl, or something that had once been a girl, materialized out of the blackness. She was kneeling on carpet, her black hair falling over her bare shoulders as she leaned over something I couldn’t see. Her skin glowed bronze and shadows flickered over her face—she was blurred and indistinct, as if someone spilled a glass of water over a painting of her and the colors had started to run. And then the girl lifted her chin and looked directly at me.

darkness-and-the-madness:

KELLS: No, let’s see where she goes. Mara, who did you hurt?

Mara: My teacher.

KELLS: What was her name?

Mara: Morales.

Mr. ___: Her file says that her teacher, Christina Morales, died of anaphylactic shock in reaction to fire ant bites on [date redacted].

KELLS: Let me see.

Mara: Also a … a man. He hurt a dog. I—I—

KELLS: It’s okay. Take your time. Just tell us what you remember.

Mara: Rachel.

Mr. ___: Rachel Watson, deceased, died Wednesday [date redacted] in Laurelton. Remains discovered at six a.m. with those of—

Mara: Claire.

Mr. ____: Claire Lowe, yes, as well as her brother, Jude Lowe—

Mara: Noah.

Mr.____: Noah Shaw? I don’t—

KELLS: Quiet.

-Retribution of Mara Dyer

“The boy is destined for greatness, but with you, he is in danger. You are linked, the two of you. You must leave him. This is what I have seen.”

I grew frustrated. “Is he in danger because of me?”

“He will die before his time with you by his side, unless you let him go. Fate or chance? Coincidence or destiny? I cannot say.” Her voice had turned soft.

Soft and sad.

A fist closed around my heart. I tried to let him go once before. It didn’t work.

“I can’t,” was all I said to her, and quietly.

“Then you will love him to ruins, she said, and let my hands go.” 

MARA DYER MEME || Favourite Quote  » You Will Love Him To Ruins
I grew frustrated. “Is he in danger because of me?” “He will die before his time with you at his side, unless you let him go. Fate or chance? Coincidence or destiny? I cannot say.” Her voice had turned soft. Soft and sad. A fist closed around my heart. I tried to let him go once before. It didn’t work. “I can’t,” was all I said to her, and quietly. "Then you will love him to ruins," she said, and let my hands go.

maradyerdaily:

YA Lit Meme: Favorite Books ➝ The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer
↳  “I have never read The Joy of Crap. Sounds disgusting. I have, however, read The Joy of Sex. Not in a while, but I think it’s one of those classics you can come back to again… and again.”