the dreamer trilogy
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tweeting lines from the Dreamer Trilogy by Maggie Stiefvater
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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
Ronan was no longer a boy, or a teen. He was turning into a man, or a mature version of whatever he was. A dreamer.
“Don’t do that. I remember what we talked about. Don’t pretend it was me telling you how to live. Adam. You wanted Adam.” “Adam,” Ronan said slowly, as if remembering, as if he were a man enchanted himself,
Declan never gave away a truth unless it was taken from his cold, balled hands. Because the safest shape was being both unknown and unchanging.
“Look,” said Adam, “Ronan chose his side. It wasn’t me.” This struck Ronan as profoundly unfair. The world had chosen for him. The black smudge all over Declan’s sleeve was proof of it. Left to his own devices, Ronan had chosen Adam, he was sure he’d chosen Adam.
After a challenging childhood marked by adversity, Adam Parrish has become a successful freshman at Harvard University.
Technically he was a college student, a political intern, a twenty-one-year-old with his whole life ahead of him, but it was hard to remember that. It was hard to remember him at all.
They sighed. The stars moved overhead. The world felt enormous, both past and future, with their slender present hovering in the middle. It was all very good.
This was neither old-old Adam nor new-polished Adam. This was the Adam who’d spent the last year at the Barns, a complicated Adam who didn’t try to hide or reconcile all the complex truths inside himself, who just 𝘸𝘢𝘴.
He’d spent the night in Cambridge. Ronan looked at himself from above. It was as if he were an angel haunting his own body. A spirit. Ghost of Christmas Past.
Adam looked like himself but also not. His gaunt face had not changed in the weeks since Ronan had last seen him—he was still that boy with the bicycle.
Adam frowned at him, and Declan was nearly certain he knew Declan was withholding information. Adam, as a secretive creature, understood secrets.
“Why does Adam keep trying to find you in the dreams these past few days?” 𝘛𝘢𝘮𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘮 “And why,” Bryde went on, “are you keeping him out?” Ronan felt his face go hot, his hands go cold.
In this dream, this confident and powerful older Adam, still boyishly wiry but with jawline brindled with handsome scruff, put a ripe, ripe cherry tomato in Ronan’s mouth.
Gansey had asked Ronan to keep his mint plant alive while he road-tripped, and Ronan, unsure of how to keep plants alive inside, had dreamt the outside in.
It seemed incorrect that Adam visiting would have made his loneliness worse, but he missed him acutely even as he was looking at him.
𝘛𝘢𝘮𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘮, said Ronan, and Adam said, 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘮. Cicero had written the phrase about Atticus, his dearest friend. 𝘘𝘶𝘪 𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘮. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.
𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, Ronan thought, but he didn’t even know what he was asking.
“You’re wrong,” Ronan said. “About Adam, anyway.” “I’d like to be,” Bryde replied. “But I’ve met too many humans.” “You’re wrong,” Ronan said again.
Ronan didn’t know how to make things right again, and he was afraid of making things more wrong. So he just texted him: 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
United States Tren
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- 2. Aaron Glenn N/A
- 3. Holocaust N/A
- 4. Philip Glass N/A
- 5. Daboll N/A
- 6. Engstrand N/A
- 7. Babich N/A
- 8. Jimmy Kimmel N/A
- 9. #ValentinoSpeculaMundi N/A
- 10. #Olandria N/A
- 11. #DaredevilBornAgain N/A
- 12. Juan Crow N/A
- 13. Doomsday Clock N/A
- 14. Vindman N/A
- 15. Kennedy Center N/A
- 16. #Jets N/A
- 17. Frank Reich N/A
- 18. Amazon Fresh N/A
- 19. Woody N/A
- 20. Megyn N/A
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