laura’s endless list of favourites ● ships ➼ geralt of rivia & jaskier
“No. It’s Dandelion this time, your fellow. That idler, parasite and good-for-nothing, that priest of art, the bright-shining star of the ballad and love poem. As usual he’s radiant with fame, puffed up like a pig’s bladder and stinking of beer. Do you want to see him?” “Of course. He’s my friend, after all.”
I really like the idea of love as a violent act—not to the person that you love, but against the world. To say to somebody, ‘I love you; by extension, I hate all other things.’