the raven boys aesthetic — richard campbell gansey iii
“That’s all there is.“
A small part of Gansey suspected what hearing his own name really meant. He knew it, probably, by the time his friends came to his car’s rescue an hour later. He knew it, probably, when the psychics at 300 Fox Way read a tarot card for him. He knew it, probably, when he retold the entire story to Roger Malory in person.
I am being perfectly fucking civil.
make me choose → kaltainrompeir asked: richard gansey or ronan lynch
A secret is a strange thing. Every day, thousands of confessions are kept from their would-be confessors, none of these people knowing that their never-admitted secrets all boil down to the same three words: I am afraid.
piper’s lust was like a single bear trap in the wilderness. it was nearly impossible to find if you were looking for it, but it was something you wanted to be prepared if you stepped into it by accident.
insrgence
Just then, in that moment, the thought of Gansey leaving for D.C. without him was unbearable. They had been a two-headed creature for so long, Ronan-and-Gansey. He couldn’t say it, though. There were a thousand reasons why he couldn’t say it.
“While I’m gone”, Gansey said, pausing, “dream me the world. Something new for every night.”
Kavinsky’s white Mitsubishi charged ahead in a faint cloud of smoke.
“That’s not fun,” Gansey said, putting on his turn signal. “That’s trouble.”