My mind, it’s… it’s who I am. I think I’d rather suffer any other injury in the world than have my mind tampered with.
my mind…it’s who i am. i think i’d rather suffer any other injury in the world than have my mind tampered with.
“I’m not a warrior or a goddess,” I said at last. Adrian leaned closer. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re both.”
“What is it with you and girls, dear? Why do they either mean nothing to you or everything? It’s always an extreme.”
“Because I don’t do things in halves, Mom. Especially when it comes to love.”
for chaolwestfaal: an adrian ivashkov edit
The center will hold. How do you know? Because we are the center.





























