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no, babe, i dont do casual. its mind numbing devotion for all eternity or nothing

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A compelling character arc isn’t just about growth, it’s about realizing they were wrong. 

Wrong about themselves. 

Wrong about the world. 

Wrong about someone they loved.

A character who starts the book believing one thing and ends it with a shattered worldview? That’s how you make it unforgettable.

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"Why'd you leave me?"

My voice was low and weak.

I didn't see his face, simply gazing off into the flooded parking lot, avoiding his reaction. But something shifted between us, the tension building like the slow squeeze of a trigger.

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It seemed like the state was blanketed in a layer of wooly, gray clouds; smothering us in its foreboding embrace.

—the evergreen trees that reached the sky and the beaches with the gray, gravelly shores. The cliffs and the mountains that rolled along the horizon. I wasn't sure anywhere else would ever really feel like home. A part of me would always miss waking up to torrential downpours every day.

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did you know you can create a whole fictional world and nobody can stop you and its not illegal

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Kit’s lucky Elijah somehow finds his negative rizz endearing…🤭

"objectively physically attractive but in possession of negative rizz" is one of my favorite character concepts. i think it's so great when there's an absurdly hot person who's just a complete fucking loser. the mood is unsalvageable the moment they open their mouth kind of deal. you get no bitches because you're so sucks.

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— jessica therese, from ‘a different kind of heartbreak’ (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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Emily Dickinson, from her poem titled "1188," featured in The Emergency Poet

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Kit:

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Kit core 😩

me when the character has a uniquely fucked mindset. me when the character's fundamental views of how the world works lead to them being hurt and/or hurting others and not seeing the problem with this. me when the character is a little freak who does weird shit because their beliefs, inspired entirely by their environment, are fuckeddddd

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oh to have a male character drop to his knees and drown his tears into his love interest’s stomach

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He thought that I didn't want this, but it was only that I shouldn't. No matter how much I did, I couldn't want this. I couldn't give in to it, it was wrong.

But I did anyway.

—so wrong it’s right

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I cherish you deeply that I am keeping my distance.

They say love perseveres, but love also preserves. So I am here, protecting you and protecting what we had by being silent and making space.

I love you like tidal waves—constant but in different forms and from a distance.

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A passage from chapter eleven of Reflections of You:

"Can I get one of those?" Elijah asked from behind me.

I jumped, turning to look at him with startled green eyes.

"Sorry," he chucked quietly. "Didn't mean to scare you."

I sighed, looking him up and down before beckoning him over, handing him the cigarettes and the lighter. He lit his smoke, handing them back to me as I stared off into nothing, losing feeling in my fingers.

"What's wrong?" He asked, getting a bit closer to me.

I laughed sadly through puffs of cigarette, shivering relentlessly. "You don't want to know."

"Of course I do," he said sympathetically. "I asked, didn't I?"

I eyed him sidelong, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. I sighed. "I got into a fight with my boyfriend."

"About what?" He questioned, not able to look at me. The last thing I wanted to do was talk to Elijah about Robbie. It was just too weird.

"I don't wanna talk about this with you," I scoffed as if it were obvious.

He shook his head. "Why? Because we used to fuck? Come on, I thought you were past that."

A hot blush rose on my neck, taken aback by the comment. I laughed in an attempt to distract him.

"It's none of your business."

"You're right," he confessed, blowing out a cloud. But I knew he wanted to say more, his jaw clenching tightly.

A second later, he turned to face me. 

"I just don't get it. I remember what you said about him all those years ago...you hated him. Why get back with him? I mean, what do you see in him?"

It was a loaded question—one that I wasn't prepared to answer. "You don't get to ask me that."

"I don't mean anything by it," he promised. "I'm just curious."

I paused, collecting myself. "Rob's different now—and so am I. We were really young when we first dated."

"Define young," he snorted, pointing out Robbie and I's very obvious age gap.

"Shut up," I fired back. "This is why I don't wanna talk about this with you."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he apologized sincerely, meeting my gaze once again. "It just seems, I don't know—unlike you."

I chewed the inside of my cheek, suddenly defensive. "Yeah, well maybe you don't know me anymore."

He nodded, looking off into nothing like he saw the truth there. "Maybe."

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A passage from chapter nineteen of Reflections of You:

"It's not my favorite thing about you though," I said, resting my head on his arm.

"Oh yeah?" He opened his eyes. "What is?"

"Your eyes," I said, gently brushing my thumb below one of them. "They're so warm and gentle and kind. Sometimes when you look at me, I want to rip my heart out of my chest and hand it to you."

He giggled, leaning into me some more. "And they twinkle, right?"

I bit my lip, surprised that he remembered that. "Yes, they twinkle."

"I like your freckles," he said, bringing his lips down and kissing my cheek. "On your cheeks and your nose."

He kissed my nose next, tickling me, causing my face to scrunch up.

"But I also like your lips," he continued, kissing me there. Once he pulled back he traced them with his thumb, accentuating my cupid's bow. "They're so pink and perfectly symmetrical."

I pursed them, kissing his finger.

He sighed dreamily, taking my face in his hands. "And your eyes too, of course. I don't think I've ever seen someone with prettier eyes than you. Also your hair; its length and color, and how you tie it up sometimes. And your smile is perfect—"

"Alright, alright," I chuckled, turning red from all the compliments. "I get it, I'm gorgeous."

"You are," he agreed. "And you have me completely wrapped around your little finger."

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They are so in love it’s sickening.

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