Raven Kennedy

To all the people who have been screwed over by a cupid sticking their arrows where they don't belong. May your book lovers be way more satisfying.

Gods, it’s so pretty here.

Gods, I’m so lonely.

If I could produce tears, I’d cry.

“If I could kiss anyone in all the realms, I’d kiss you first.”

Being a star is not so different from being a cupid. People wish and the stars try to grant, but even as the stars sacrifice themselves and fall, so many wishes are wasted, just as so much love is lost.

“Why, are you interested in filling the position?”

because even if this is death, it’s peaceful and welcoming, and far too tempting to deny.

If this is death, so be it.

To the ones who try, but can’t see the stars.

Keep looking up.

He doesn’t understand in the slightest that when you’re cruel and corrupt on the inside, it taints what people see on the outside. I like to call it the Gaston complex.

Maybe this is his olive leaf, maybe he’s showing me that even though she’s gone, I’m not alone.

For no other reason than it’s been hammered into me since I was little, I find myself making my bed, straightening my pillows, and tucking in my sheets, just the way my mom insisted. “Life can be messy, Seneca, so make sure the bed you lie in isn’t.”