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maddiebuckley · 6 months
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kitay was pure. he was the best person she had ever known. kitay shouldn’t know how it felt to call a god of vengeance. kitay was the last thing in the world that was still fundamentally kind and good, and she’d die before she corrupted that.
for @henwilsons, the other half of my soul.
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ohwarnette · 5 months
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i am coming to love him, in two different ways. face to face, and word to word.
happy birthday dais @lorenlily
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imminences · 3 months
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CHAR POSTERS. KATNISS EVERDEEN
if we burn, you burn with us.
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angelashepard · 9 months
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SHARP OBJECTS; gillian flynn
"you're so hateful." "i learned at your feet."
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rosehalls · 6 months
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divine rivals by rebecca ross
“don’t leave,” he whispered, and his hand flailed, reaching for her. “you and I … we need to stay together. we’re better this way.”
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lunaathorne · 8 months
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every sapphic book i love → the priory of the orange tree by samantha shannon
I would live alone for fifty years to have one day with you.
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hidekomoon · 2 months
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books read in 2024: frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus, mary wollstonecraft shelley
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skylessnights · 4 months
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CHAPTER FIVE → THE SONG OF ACHILLES
His spear, as he began the first pass, moved faster than my eye could follow. It whirled, flashing forward, reversed, then flashed behind. The shaft seemed to flow in his hands, the dark gray point flickered like a snake’s tongue. His feet beat the ground like a dancer, never still. I could not move, watching. I almost did not breathe. His face was calm and blank, not tensed with effort. His movements were so precise I could almost see the men he fought, ten, twenty of them, advancing on all sides. He leapt, scything his spear, even as his other hand snatched the sword from its sheath. He swung out with them both, moving like liquid, like a fish through the waves.
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edelweiss-maiden · 6 months
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‘‘𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭. 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳, 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵’’ — 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑜-𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑎, 𝑚𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑐
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cosettepontmercys · 1 year
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THE EMILY HENRY LITERARY UNIVERSE as netflix films
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she · 1 year
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She always made sure the bad was outweighed by so much good. I... Well, I didn't do that for her. I made it fifty-fifty. Which is about the cruelest thing you can do to someone you love, give them just enough good to make them stick through a hell of a lot of bad.
—The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid
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maddiebuckley · 5 months
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happy birthday, @enviies !
you think, as you walk away from le cirque des rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. you are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.
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margeretmarch · 10 months
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she bent most of the rules. she broke the rest.
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imminences · 3 months
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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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angelashepard · 7 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PERCY JACKSON
Am I a troubled kid? Yeah. You could say that.
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rosehalls · 8 months
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the ballad of never after by stephanie garber
he held her so tightly it hurt, but this pain she didn't mind. she'd let him crush her, let him break her, just as long as he never let her go
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