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It’s hard to play in front of other people, thinking of how they’re judging you. But the best thing to do is not care what they think or if you mess up. Everybody messes up. Every time. No one is ever flawless, and most people are tone deaf and can’t hear a flat note if you poked them with it.”

- All Rhodes Lead Here (Mariana Zapata)

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Ironically Witty!

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Preciosa, there’s no step we’re not ready for.”

And there wasn’t. I would have already married her if we had been living in the same time zone. Walking away from her that one time over a year ago was something I was having trouble forgetting or coming to terms with. I’d almost lost Rosie, the love of my goddamn life, in my attempt to protect her, to protect myself too, as I’d been able to finally understand after my due sessions with a therapist. But just like Dr. Vera said, it’s not about forgetting, but about forgiving yourself and putting in the work to be better. And I tried every day to do that. I’d also learned to live with who I was today without resenting what I’d lost. And I sure as hell knew what I wanted in my future.

I had always wanted Rosie. But now I was ready to take everything and anything she’d give me. I was counting the seconds to start a life with her, in New York, while I attended culinary school to build a new future for myself. While she thrived in her career as a romance writer. While we built a future together.

- The American Roommate Experiment (Elena Armas)

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Ironically Witty!

June 15

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While Lana is busy cutting the cake, Cami beckons me closer. I kneel down. “What’s up?”

She rises on the tips of her toes and whispers in my ear, “I wished you can be my new daddy.”

I wished you can be my new daddy. God. Somehow eight words make my knees as weak as my heart. I wrap my arms around her and squeeze. “There is nothing I’d like more than that.”

And I mean every single word.

- Final Offer ( Lauren Asher)

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Ironically Witty!

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LATE POST - 1ST JUNE ( Because didn't want to mix may and June late posts, so here we are 2 quotes on same day...) Enjoy my lovelies 😘😘😘😘

Jax leaves behind the softest kiss near the base of my neck. “I wish I hated you. But instead, you’re making me like you more. You pretend to be this put-together person, but you’re broken—damaged like me. And the absolute fucking worst is that I want to know your messed-up parts too. I want to put them together with mine and see what we create. So, I don’t know whether to run in the opposite direction or beg you for a chance despite how much of an arse I’ve been,” he whispers.

Oh, God. He thinks I’m sleeping.

“But most of all, I wish I wasn’t a coward. I’m not brave. Fuck that. If I were, then I’d face my future for you. And bloody hell, if that doesn’t worry me more than anything else. You have the power to change it all.”

I don’t know what he says next. Even though I try to stay awake, exhaustion wins, with my eyes drifting shut again.

- Wrecked (Lauren Asher)

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Sunday! 25th MAY ( LATE POST)

Fraught - something unpleasant; worried and nervous.

Lauded - highly praised or admired.

Decried - to publicly denounce.

Regurgitation - the act of bringing swallowed food back into the mouth. (Like vomiting)

Cadence - the rise and fall of the voice in speaking.

Scintillating - sparking or shining brightly.

Hubris - excessive pride or self-confidence.

Lecherous - having or showing too much interest in sexual pleasure.

Curt-nod - a brief & abrupt nod, often conveying a sense of rudeness or impatience.

Overt - done in a open way, not secretly.

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MAY 18TH ( LATE POST)

"Love is a funny game, mi amor. There are no rules, and no matter how hard you try to win, one way or another, your heart is always on the line."

- The Long Game ( Elena Armas)

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MAY 11TH (LATE POST)

“I know you don’t trust me. Not fully at least, and I don’t blame you one bit. So, push me away. Get mad at me for drinking. Ice me out because you’re afraid of letting me in again. Do whatever makes you feel safe, happy, and in control.

“But just know that whatever you do won’t change the fact that I will keep fighting for us and the future I know we can have. The one we deserve to have. Whatever you do won’t stop me from getting help. Just like it won’t stop me from wanting to be a part of Cami’s life in whatever way I can, even if we aren’t together

- Final Offer (Lauren Asher)

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Ironically Witty!

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MAY 4 ( LATE POST )

Things were good between us. Since getting back, that something that I’d thought before had changed, had changed even more. It was like he’d gotten back and decided… something.

Some part of me knew that he wouldn’t have done everything he had for me and with me if he was indifferent, landlord or not. Friend or not. Finding people attractive was one thing. But liking other things about a person, their personalities, was something else entirely.

I wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, it felt different than friendship somehow, but I could see it in the way that he had accepted my hug that first day he’d gotten home and squeezed me back tightly. It was in the way he would touch my shoulders and my hand randomly. But mostly it was in the way that he talked to me. In the weight of that purple-gray gaze. I ate up every single word out of his mouth after dinner when we sat around the table, and he told me a lot of things.

Why he’d chosen the Navy—because he thought he loved the ocean. He didn’t anymore; he’d seen more of it than most people would in a lifetime. That he’d had that Bronco since he was seventeen and had spent the last twenty-five years working on it. That he’d lived in Italy, Washington, Hawaii, and all over the East Coast.

I found out his favorite vegetable was brussels sprouts, and that he hated sweet potatoes and eggplant. He was generous and kind. He cleaned my windshield off in the mornings if there was ice on it. He’d become a district wildlife manager—his official title—because he had always loved animals and someone had to protect them. And in that moment, this man who loved scary movies, looked so, so tired.

- All Rhodes Lead Here (Mariana Zapata)

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Ironically Witty!

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Word day again!

Expound - To present and explain in detail.

Tryst - A private romantic meeting with lover.

Asphalt - A mixture of dark pitch with sand or gravel, used for surfacing roads, flooring, roofing, etc.

Attuned - Make aware of.

Implicit - Suggested though not directly expressed.

Automatons - A machine with performs a range of functions according to a predetermined set of coded instructions.

Penchant - A strong or habitual liking for something or tendency to do something.

Astute - Having or showing an ability assess situations or people and turn this to one's advantage.

Paltry - Very small or meagre; trivial or petty.

Commiserating - Express or feel sympathy or pity.

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Sometimes we are so busy protecting ourselves that we don't realise we become someone we don't recognise anymore!! 🥺

"My chest tightens at the thought of acting similarly to him. I want to forget the countless girls, the cockiness, and my attitude. To protect myself, I gave up bits and pieces until I was void of feeling. Deception plays cruel jokes on people. Turns out while I busied myself with putting on a show, I was the person I lied most to. Eventually I believed all the deceits, the excuses I made for my shitty attitude and moodiness, becoming the asshole I was escaping. My dad’s piss-poor attitude drives home all the points I’ve learned along the way this year. And the worst part? I actually feel bad for my dad. I pity him".

- Throttled ( Lauren Asher)

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Sad day?

Memories are difficult. Very often, they hurt. A curious thing about grief is the way it takes your entire life, all those foundational years that made you who you are, and makes then so painful to look back upon because of the absence there, that suddenly they're inaccessible. You must invent an entirely new system. - Red, White & Royal Blue ( Casey Mcquiston) Xoxo, Ironically Witty!

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First Sunday, and I bring you butterflies.🦋🦋

"One week. It had been seven days since we agreed to be partners in this dating experiment and besides my stomach flopping every time I thought about it, nothing had happened. As in, no experimental dates had taken place, no muse had been rediscovered, and no word count had increased. Granted, I had needed a couple days to come up with the dating phases I told Lucas I’d provide him with. Together with a couple of pages of notes that contained anything else I could think of that might help.

When I’d finally handed him everything, Lucas had smiled his megawatt grin, shoved my notes inside his bag, and told me he would study the material. God, the whole thing was so clinical I often found myself battling between wanting to laugh hysterically and scream warning after warning at myself. Because what in the world was I doing? The man I had secretly daydreamed about for over a year was about to take me on “experimental’ dates I’d sort of designed. And then, he’d pack his bags and leave the continent.

My heart had had enough of getting through the day now that we were living together. It had had enough of not toppling out my mouth every single time Lucas strolled out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel and an army of droplets dangling off his skin. It had had enough of not thrumming straight out of my chest at the sight of him turning around—still in that goddamn towel—and making the muscles that lined his neck, shoulders, and back dance when he lifted his backpack. My weak, silly heart had had enough of fighting the urge to fall at my feet when every evening he was back with a bag of groceries and a dashing smile and he asked me “How many words today, Rosie?” as he unpacked everything and got started with dinner. And that last part in particular? Took a lot to survive.

Because Lucas cooking? Lucas at the stove? It was like having a first-row ticket to a show designed to fulfill sexual fantasies I didn’t know I had. Like the Magic Mike of Doughs and Pans. Lucas could be kneading bread and my sad and neglected lady parts would riot at the sight of his fingers pressing and stroking the smooth surface, working the mix with a diligence and iron hand that had me sweating and shifting on the stool. He could be flipping an omelet and I’d sigh in longing at the way his biceps flexed. Ugh. And to make things worse—harder for my weak, silly heart and lady parts—the result, Lucas’s food, was brilliant, incredible, amazing, showstopping, and all the rest of Lady Gaga’s superlatives".

- The American Roommate Experiment ( Elena Armas)

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Ironically Witty!

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Sunday Word-day!

Mottled - Marked with spots of different colors.

Platonic - Intimate and affectionate but not sexual.

Imbued - Inspire or spread throughout with.

Lilt - Speak, sing or a characteristic rising and falling of the voice when speaking, a pleasant gentle accent.

Gist - The substance or general meaning of a speech or text.

Curtly - In a manner that is rudely blunt and brief.

Crescendo - Gradual increase in loudness or intensity.

Verbose - Containing more words than necessary.

Purview - Range of experience or thought; The scope of the influence or concerns of something.

Acclimate - Respond physiologically or behaviourally to a change in an environmental factor under controlled conditions.

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"If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out."

-William Blake

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Sunday is here!

" So you admit that you love her". "I never denied it in the first place. Those kinds of feelings just don't go away, as much as i wish they did. No need to worry. I know that there is no chance in hell that we are getting back together". I made sure of that the moment i walked away from her, turning her fear of abandonment into a reality. And i've never forgiven myself for it. - Final Offer (Lauren Asher) Xoxo, Ironically Witty!

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Happy Women's Day!

Women often undermine themselves and their intuitions. This one is for yesterday, and to let any women reading this know that you are strong, reliant, you can overcome and achieve anything you want. Just don't belittle or doubt yourselves. "Women have this sixth sense when we're being served half-truths. She knows there's more to it than you are sharing. We're suckers for a wounded man. We think we can be the one you'll let in. The one who will magically fix you with our love. But you keep pushing us away. And i think that's because you don't want to acknowledge your truth." Note: I'm not belittling any woman in this quote, its just to point out women are think they are fixers, and maybe they are but still its not your responsibility or burden to fix every man or person you encounter in your life. Maybe make efforts only for the one who is worth it. - Things We Never Got Over (Lucy Score) Xoxo, Ironically Witty!

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New month, new Sunday and new quotes... 🫰🫰

"If a female ferret in heat doesn’t mate for a prolonged time, the increasing levels of estrogen in her body can eventually lead to her death.” A shiver seemed to crawl down Adalyn’s body. I let my fingers fall along hair that had fallen over her cheek. “She would die?” Her voice was soft again, gentle. Sad. “She would die just because she can’t find a mate?” I stepped closer and gave her a nod.

A small frown appeared. “That’s… That’s really unfair.” My eyes roamed all over her face, finding great pleasure in the vulnerability I saw in her expression. In how close we were standing. I should have probably brushed this whole thing off, gone back inside and jumped into the shower so we wouldn’t be late to the game, but something in me had shifted. Changed. “It’s rather cruel,” I said, letting the pad of my thumb flick across her cheek. “Don’t you think?” Adalyn’s eyes fluttered shut, and when she answered, it was a whisper. “It is.” I moved my hand, reveling in the effect the gentle contact of my skin against hers had in me. Her. Both of us.

“It doesn’t seem like that’s the ferret’s fault.” Eyes still closed, her throat worked. “Maybe,” she started. And this time, my thumb brushed her forehead, the spot that she’d hit that first day. The urge to place my mouth there was hard to tame. “Maybe, she doesn’t have time to spare to search for a mate,” she continued, a little breathlessly. “Or maybe there’s nothing about her that’s appealing to the male ferrets around her.” She opened her eyes. The brown in her eyes had glazed over. “Perhaps she thought she was fine like that, alone. How is any of that her fault?” “It’s not,” I told her, inching even closer. Gravitating toward her. Until there was barely any space separating us. I cupped her face in my palm.

“Perhaps she’s been neglected,” I continued, craning my neck down. Now I could really smell her. Her shampoo. Soap. She smelled so fucking sweet. “Maybe she’s being overlooked.” I spread my fingers, my thumb brushing the corner of her lips. Adalyn’s breath caught. “All of this sweetness, misjudged.” I shifted my hand, digging the rest of my fingers in her hair. “What foolish males.” Adalyn exhaled, the puff of air hitting my chin."

- The Long Game (Elena Armas)

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