She brought her mouth close to his ear. “My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered.“But it makes no different if my name’s Celaena or Lillian or Bitch, because I’d still beat you, no matter what you call me.” She smiled at him as she stood. He just stared up at her, his bloody nose leaking down the side of his cheek. She took the handkerchief from her pocket and dropped it on his chest. “You can keep that,” she said before she walked off the veranda.

I look in the mirror
And I try to understand
And piece it together
Wash the blood from both my hands
I can’t see the ending
There are people who know my every secret


emotional state: sad over female characters not getting what they deserve

Closing my eyes doesn’t help. Fire burns brighter in the darkness.


If God’s taking bets, I pray He wants to lose.(x)