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30 day moodboard challenge (original list)

Day 22: A female book character

Carol Ann Delaney

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30 day moodboard challenge (original list)

Day 21: A male book character

The little prince

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30 day moodboard challenge (original list)

Day 20: A book series

Sooner or Later/Waiting Games/Now or Never trilogy

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dornish characters posters › spotted sylva santagar

For my freckles, Your Grace, though they all pretend it is because I am the heir to Spottswood.

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30 day moodboard challenge (original list)

Day 16: A book

Misery

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@paletmblr event xxx: period dramas

little women by louisa may alcott "i've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether i can unlock the door remains to be seen"

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TOP 10 BOOKS. ALL FOR THE GAME

hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it.

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books i read in 2023: an education in malice by s. t. gibson

I loved getting under her skin. I loved knowing that, if I tried hard enough, my words could pierce her armor and disturb something inside of her. I could see that I had an effect, even if she tried to hide it. It was in the furrowing of her brows and the tightening of her mouth every time I stood up in class to read. If I couldn't touch her, I would settle for making her squirm.

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if I found the twins so fascinating, i think it was because there was something a tiny bit inexplicable about them, something i was often on the verge of grasping but never quite did.

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books read in 2024: frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus, mary wollstonecraft shelley

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@paletmblr event xxviii: free choice THE OUTSIDERS— Dallas Winston

"The shade of difference that separates a greaser from a hood wasn't present in Dally. He was as wild as the boys in the downtown outfits like, Tim Shepard's gang"

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books i read in 2024: six times we almost kissed (and one time we did) by tess sharpe

"When it comes down to it, you show up for Penny, and Penny shows up for you. To the point where it's not just a pattern. It's a given."

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CHAR POSTERS. JESPER FAHEY

if any of you survive, make sure i have an open casket. the world deserves a few more moments with this face.

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books i read in 2024: bad cree by jessica johns

We let Sabrina go into the dark woods, and we didn't go in after her. I didn't turn back when I felt the pang of wrongness in my bones, because sometimes fear is so deep it convinces you that yelling sounds like the crunch of sticks, the whip of tree branches, the sound of boots running. We didn't go in after her. We let her become a raven.

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books i read in 2024: the seventh veil of salome by silvia moreno-garcia

It's a tragedy, what befell her. How do you tell a tragedy, anyway? For all the artistic tricks a writer can deploy, I suppose the only way to do it is you start by saying - there once was a girl.

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That night, the Gray Man dreamt of being stabbed. At first he felt each individual wound. Particularly that first one. He was unbroken and entire, and then that wholeness was stolen by that thief, the knife. So that piercing was the worst. A half inch above his left collarbone, pinning him to the ground for half a breath. Then, again, but closer to the knob of his shoulder, glancing off his collarbone. And then two inches below his belly button. The word gut was a verb and a noun. Another cut and another cut. Slippery. Then the Gray Man was the assailant. The hilt of the knife was ridged and permanent in his hand. He’d been stabbing this piece of meat for a lifetime. He’d been born when it started and he’d die when he was done. It was the bite that kept him alive: the moment the blade parted a new inch of skin. The resistance and then nothing. Catch and release. Then the Gray Man was the knife. He was a blade in the air, gasping, and then he was a weapon inside, holding his breath. He was voracious, chewing, never satisfied. Hunger was a species, and he was the best of that kind.