I fell into this business by accident. it wasn’t something I ever aspired to be: an actress. it just happened. it has evolved into an insane passion, a creative outlet. but nothing more. it’s my hobby, one of the ways I express myself as an artist. and the day it becomes a job, a career… I will quit.
(Source: ohmyquigley, via themortal-divergent-diaries)
"Hello, Beatrice," she says, and she smiles.
“Am I done yet?” I say, and I’m not sure if I actually say it or if I just think it and she hears it.
“Yes,” she says, her eyes bright with tears. “My dear child, you’ve done so well.”
“What about the others?” I choke on a sob as the image of Tobias comes into my mind, of how dark and how still his eyes were, how strong and warm his hand was when we first stood face-to-face. “Tobias, Caleb, my friends?”
“They’ll care for each other,” she says. “That’s what people do.”
I smile and close my eyes. I feel a thread tugging me again, but this time I know that it isn’t some sinister force dragging me toward death.
This time I know it’s my mother’s hand, drawing me into her arms.
And I go gladly into her embrace. — (Allegiant, Chapter 50)
OKAY IT’S TRUE
I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE
I’ve been wondering what message it sends for awhile now, apparently it’s random?
have you ever thought about erasers. like how the fuck do they do the thing
I hit something hard. It gives way beneath me and cradles my body. The impact knocks the wind out of me and I wheeze, struggling to breathe again. My arms and legs sting.
A net. There is a net at the bottom of the hole. I look up at the building and laugh, half relieved and half hysterical. My body shakes and I cover my face with my hands. I just jumped of a roof. —- (Divergent, Chapter 6)