reading "the fiery heart" by richelle mead
watching brooklyn 99, salem and trying (but failing miserably) to finish S5 of buffy
still crying over knalice tbh
because TRUE LOVE
With Ian it was different, so very different, because Melanie didn’t love him the way I did. So when he touched me, it was deeper and slower than the wildfire, like the flow of molten rock far beneath the surface of the earth. Too deep to feel the heat of it, but it moved inexorably, changing the very foundations of the world with its advance.