morallygraysoul

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Heyy! So I just made a Twitter account to talk about books and get mutuals, but I literally don't know how you get followers there, so if any of you have an account too, let's be mutuals!!! My Twitter: @Lissa_isreading

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Me and books, a love story

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“I have been made to protect you. Even in death, I will find a way.”

Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom.

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“For someone who loved words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me.”

M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains.

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1 thing i like about this whole blogging on this blue site thing is that…. nobody’s a true physical form. we’re all just concepts. everyones blog is a museum dedicated to whatever conceptual presence they are. its……. so…. interesting

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“I want ( I want I want ) to be raw, skinless, erotic, religious. I want to be soft, whole, beautiful I want to pull out my insides and cast them in gold. I want you to kiss me now, please.”

I want you to kiss me now, please. Dakota Warren.

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"And who are you?" "I'm Willem Ragnarsson. And I will never let you go."

Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

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“Can you love my brain even when it is small? When it is malevolent? When it is violent? Can you love it even when it does not love me?”

Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether.

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“When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?”

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

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“I spent half my time loving her and the other half hiding how much I loved her.”

Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

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“You do not know how fast you have been running, how hard you have been working, how truly exhausted you are, until somewhat stands behind you and says, “It’s OK, you can fall down now. I’ll catch you”.”

Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

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“I am an angel who lies to God and spends her days on the border of hell seducing the demons with the piano fingers and the big wet brown eyes. I don't expect forgiveness and I'll never ask for understanding but when the days get warmer I wonder how it feels to be clean.”

Entropy, Dakota Warren.

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“You once told me that the human eye is god's loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesn't even know there's another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.”

Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous.