tracey neithercott

health journalist. young adult fiction writer.

The island spools out beneath the moonlight. We gallop parallel to the cliff edge, and beyond it I see a flock of white birds keeping pace with us. Gulls, perhaps, soaring and gliding on air currents that send them violently upward as they get close to the rocks. This is Thisby, I think. This is the island I love. I suddenly feel I know everything about the island and everything about me all at the same time, only I know that it will go away as soon as we stop. ―The Scorpio Races, Maggie Stiefvater

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Harry Potter Concept Art: Death Eaters by Rob Bliss

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That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.
— Elizabeth Wurtzel  (via everylovestoryisaghoststory)

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