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the harris men by rm johnson

“and you haven’t been sleeping as much as you should, either.”

“i really don’t know what i’m going to do, but i know that you’ll be there for me. i know that.”

“but first we have to get you cleaned up. you stay right here, okay?”

“every time i fix you something nutritious to eat, you turn your nose up at it.”

“i don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you better get it together. get it together quick.”

“go back to sleep. it’s six in the morning, honey.”

“i want you to know that it’s not just your problem, but ours. i’m here, whatever you need. whatever you want.”

“you haven’t been eating right, you know that, right?”

“you look tired, baby.”

“it’s just i don’t want you to feel alone with this thing.”

“we can be a family, just the two of us.”

“you just felt the way that you were feeling at that time, and acted on it. you didn’t think about how you would feel later, what the consequences would be, nothing.”

“every night i think it’s a dream and when i wake up and realize it’s the truth i don’t know what to do.”

“is it about today? do you want to talk about it?”

“i still love you, but i want you to think about this some more.”

“there’s nothing positive about dying, nothing.”

“i’ll fix you a big breakfast.”

“you don’t know what it’s like to be me, have my problems, my concerns, deal with what i deal with every day.”

“okay, sweetheart, i’ll eat all by myself, but don’t complain when you miss out on the best breakfast i’ve ever made.”

“i’m doing this because i love you, i have since the day i met you, and i will as long as you live.”

“that’s why i do what i do, that’s why i ask you to take care of yourself and if you aren’t willing to do it, i’ll run behind you like you’re a child until you do.”

“you left for a reason, and at the time, in your mind, it had to be a good reason, so you have nothing to be sorry about.”

“i want us to be a family again.”

“welcome back, sweetheart.”

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HIS DARK MATERIALS 1x01 “Lyra’s Jordan”

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the house of forgetting taken from the 1997 benjamin alire sáenz book.

don’t argue with me.

if you don’t open this door, i’ll break it down.

would you like a blanket?

i’m not myself.

think about it, honey. just think about it.

that quiet will kill you.

we better get this arm taken care of. hurt much?

you’re a survivor, honey.

you can’t teach them to love you, but you can teach them not to fuck with you.

you look like you’re feeling better. 

shhh, you’re just a little tired.

it’s just a little blood.

that’s how the fucking world begins to die.

open the door.

sorry. bad habit.

it’s not anger, it’s love.

how long is a long, long time?

it’s better not to talk.

sleep won’t take away the pain.

what are you mumbling about?

it’s time to wake up, honey. no more sleeping.

i’ve been fucking things up lately. it won’t happen again.

take a shower. and then i’m going to feed you.

you know what your problem is? you forgive yourself too easily.

this is one thing you have to do for yourself.

i wish i’d died.

you don’t have to hide.

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          BOOK STARTERS VOL.52    SHARP OBJECTS    GILLIAN FLYNN

❛ The face you give the world tells the world how to treat you. ❜

❛ Sometimes I think illness sits inside every woman, waiting for the right moment to bloom. ❜

❛ Women get consumed. ❜

❛ Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you’re really doing it to them. ❜

❛ A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort. ❜

❛ Safer to be feared than loved. ❜

❛ I ached once, hard, like a period typed at the end of a sentence. ❜

❛ It’s impossible to compete with the dead. I wish I could stop trying. ❜

❛ I always feel sad for the girl that I was. ❜

❛ Every time people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes. ❜

❛ How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky? Anything could happen. ❜

❛ See, there I am. I told you I lived. I told you I was. ❜

❛ Sometimes I think I won’t ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand. ❜

❛ To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting. ❜

❛ I’m here. I don’t usually feel that I am. ❜

❛ I’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ What if you hurt because it feels so good? ❜

❛ How confusing to live in the shadow of a shadow. ❜

❛ Do you ever feel like bad things are going to happen, and you can’t stop them? You can’t do anything, you just have to wait? ❜

❛ Sometimes my scars have a mind of their own. ❜

❛ Everyone has their own version of a memory. ❜

❛ Isn’t a smile a girl’s best weapon? ❜

❛ My sense of weightlessness, I think, comes from the fact that I know so little about my past. ❜

❛ Do what I want; I might like you. ❜

❛ I feel sorry for Persephone because even when she’s back with the living, people are afraid of her because of where’s she’s been. ❜

❛ She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did. ❜

❛ The sight of it actually does something to you, makes you less human. ❜

❛ It infects you. It ruined me. ❜

❛ Your health is not a debt you just cancel. The body collects. ❜

❛ Men love to put things inside women, don’t they? ❜

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they    didn’t    need    to    kill    us   ;        they    planted     death     inside    us    when    we    were    only    children  .        we    were    fruits    to    be    hollowed   ,        harvested   ,        but     now     we    are    only     rotting   .

independent    and    highly    selective    original    character   ,        julia    crane  .

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One trap, two catches.

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Sassy and badass Moon Princess

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lyra    would    think    having    magic    powers    was    the    coolest    thing    ever    and    you    literally    couldn’t    ever    make    her    embarrassed    or    ashamed    of    them  .

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mrscoultxr·  .

              The look away. The study of her drink. The clipped answers. It only served to disturb the calm that Mrs. Coulter had previously mastered. There went the olive branch, fluttering to the floor, as a quiet frustration overtook her. It seized at her shoulders first, causing them to tense, and so she put down her own mug of chocolatl on the nearby end table. Next, the grip at her lungs, as she breathed outwardly through her nose, not so unlike a bull just seconds before charging. And of course, the golden monkey, ever the more obvious indicator of her feelings, was crouched low to the ground, snarling and hissing, muscles bunched and ready. The guttural grumble that rumbled past his vocal chords seemed to resonate in the mostly empty hallway, echoing back in all its rage. 

“Lyra,” Mrs. Coulter growled, and truly it was a harsh sound, as rough as the golden monkey’s snarl. A hand snapped out and caught Lyra by the chin, pulling her face to face with Mrs. Coulter with an iron grip that clutched tightly and painfully. “Do. Not. Lie. To me.” The bitten off words came with their own threat. Once cool and calm hues turned piercing and probing as Mrs. Coulter locked eyes with Lyra. The golden monkey had yet to pounce, carefully staying within range of Pantalaimon without fully striking the little daemon. She would attempt to end this with her own natural authority, but she was only a hair’s breadth away from falling to violence as her next last resort. “Don’t you ever lie to me.” Her face was a war of anger and cold control, the fury unmistakable but the need to maintain a hold over the conversation winning over all else. Cold, calculating, curiously detached. “Do you wish to try that statement again? Quickly.”

the    mood    had     changed     in    an    instant  .            ❝             stop   !            ❞            lyra    cried    out    as     a    hand    gripped    her    jaw   ,        more    from    shock    than    pain  .        pan    snarled    at    her    feet   ,        inching    away    from    the    terror    in     golden    glory     beside    her    mother   ,        unable    to    run    when    lyra    couldn’t    flee  .            ❝             let    go   ,        please   !        mother   !            ❞            her    own    thin    fingers    wrapped    around    the    wrist    in    front    of    her    face  .        gripping    as    tight    as    she    was    able   ,        lyra    resisted    her    own     feral     instincts    to    struggle    harder  .        her    fingernails    itched    to    sink    into    flesh    and    her    limbs    to    flail    and    kick    but    she     knew    better     than    to    try  .            

a    little    girl    prone    to    hysteria   ,        lyra    gathered    her    breath    in    her    chest    as    tears    stung    her    eyes  .        she    tried    forbidding    them    to    fall    onto    her     flushed     cheeks    but    her    fear    and    fury    set    them    free  .            ❝             i    en’t    lying  .        it    weren’t    my    fault  .        it    was    just    a     joke     and    it     weren’t    just    me    but    they    blamed    us   !        we    were    only    trying    to    have    some    fun    on    the    last    day  .        i    didn’t    mean    to    upset    no    one  .            ❞            steadying    herself  .        lyra    finished    her    ramble    with    a     deep    breath   .        it    was    impossible    to    escape    the    intoxicating    aura    of    her    mother   ,        the    metallic    scent    of    her    rage        --        seething  .            ❝             who     told     you   ?            ❞ 

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sometimes a family is not marisa coulter or lord asriel

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כָּל אֶחָד הוּא אוֹר קָטָן וְכֻלָנוּ אוֹר אֵיתָן Happy Chanukah!

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