She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.
— Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bones (via kaktus-roza)
Drink too much coffee, wear lipstick that’s too dark, and never settle for a life you don’t want.
if i had a dollar for every time an adult asked me about college then i’d have enough money to pay for college