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I want to survive this world that keeps trying to destroy me.

— Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

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There are never any new stories, just old ones told again and again as this universe moves through its cycles of civilization and crumbles into despair. We are on the brink of an age of chaos again, and there’s nothing we can do to stop it. for @kitaychenn

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W A R C R O S S

W I L D C A R D

And that’s when I realize that, at the end, we’d all wish for the same thing. Just a little more time.

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@asianlitnet event 02: quotes + MAKE ME CHOOSE. @quxiaotan asked: warcross or the poppy war?

and in spite of everything, i’d do it all over again.

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“who hurt you?” books, bro.

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BOOKS I WANT TO READ IN 2021 SOON:

-> WARCROSS by MARIE LU

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alphabet edits — e for emika chen, chosen by @juliettecai

but sometimes, you find yourself standing in exactly the right position, wielding exactly the right weapon to hit back. so i hit. i hit fast and hard and furious. i hit with nothing but the language whispered between circuits and wire, the language that can bring people to their knees. and in spite of everything, i’d do it all over again.

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im majoring in making my life a living hell at idiot university

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Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons. -Jim Bishop

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Things with names didn’t turn up cracked and ground against the rocky shoreline. Things with names survived. He would be a Thing with a name.

- the monster of elendhaven

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Take me over the waves, take me through the woods, take me through the air.

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“This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.”

— Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

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IN LIBRAS LIBERTAS june book club pick. these violent delights by micah nemerever

i always think of a passage from the symposium, this allegory about people who started off as two halves of a whole, but then something cut them apart, and they spend their whole lives looking for their other half so they can fit themselves back together. and that's how it feels, it hurts, it's like i lost you before i was born.

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A person had to have a foothold somewhere; a role in the ecosystem, like any species. - the atlas six by olivie blake

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There are 77 days until HALLOWEEN

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IN LIBRAS LIBERTAS may book club pick. the atlas six by olivie blake

❝ we are the gods of our own universes, aren’t we? destructive ones.  ❞ ―@olivieblake, the atlas six

inspo.

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you are my king now, cariad.

for @selwynkane