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He’s the kind of person who believes all Real Literature has already been written by dead white men.
dissect the nature of human existence with Steinbeck.
OMAM!
It’s odd, sometimes, to think about how many kids grew up knowing me without really knowing me.
Maybe that’s the definition of nostalgia: getting sappy about things that are supposed to be insignificant.
Here is my dilemma: my passion is, at best, someone else’s guilty pleasure. Most of the world takes any opportunity to belittle this thing that centers women in a way most other media doesn’t. Romance novels are a punch line, despite being a million-dollar industry.
While I love romance, I’ve never believed in the concept of soul mates, which has always seemed a little like men’s rights activism: not a real thing. Love isn’t immediate or automatic; it takes effort and time and patience. The truth of it was that I’d probably never have the kind of luck with love the women who live in fictional seaside towns do. But sometimes I get this strange feeling, an ache not for something I miss, but for something I’ve never known.
Pompetti
Ironic lolll
Obtain the Perfect High School Boyfriend (heretofore known as PHSB), ideally by the middle of 10th grade, summer after 11th grade at the latest. Minimum requirements: - Loves reading - Respectable taste in music
My hair should make more sense than my future.
My favorite books got happily-ever-afters—why couldn’t I?
A White Man in Peril (okay, the books have real titles, but that’s what they’re all about),
Bahaha this is so true!!
“Come on. I’m giving you an olive branch here.” “If I can’t smack you with it, what’s the point?”
GARLIC NAAN LIFTS my spirits the way only bread can.
Uggg this sounds soooo good!
QUIDQUID LATINE DICTUM, ALTUM VIDETUR.
Look up
Five thousand dollars—that’s more than double our prize from last year. It would cover the first-year tuition my scholarships didn’t. I could buy so many books.
Omgosh the amount of books I could get?! *dies*
It’s not that I dislike exercise. It’s just that it’s frowned upon to read books on the soccer field… which is what I did
Like I was never going to measure up to the guys in your books.”
Oooo um I hope this never happens!
Because we’re exactly the same height,
<3
‘Hate’ is a really strong word.
Like, I get it, ha ha, sometimes there are shirtless men on the covers. But what I’ll never understand is why people are so quick to trash this one thing that’s always been for women first. They won’t let us have this one thing that isn’t hurting anyone and makes us happy. Nope, if you like romance novels, you have zero taste or you’re a lonely spinster.”
“There’s too much bad shit in the world to listen to depressing music all the time.”
You may have noticed the white lines on the street indicating you are currently taking up two parking spots. I wanted to do you a favor and let you know that your car can actually fit just fine in one spot. Sincerely, A concerned citizen
Bahahaha
She’s going blind, but she’s a good old girl,”
So was my dog! </3
“If they ever bother you about him again, you swear you’ll tell me? You won’t use your fists?” “But they’re so effective,” she says,
Bahahah love her <3
“There’s this word in Japanese: tsundoku,” Neil says suddenly. “It’s my favorite word in any language.” “What does it mean?” He grins. “It means acquiring more books than you could ever realistically read. There’s no direct translation.”
I unzip my backpack, and in my rush to reshuffle and make room for the book, a small foil packet plummets to the floor between us.
Boom, called it!
“Rowan loves cheese,” my mom says. “Sometimes when she wants a snack, she’ll take a spoon and a tub of cream cheese up to her room.”
Oh my gosh I actually want to throw up right now, that is disgusting
Pardon me while I reattach the lower half of my jaw.
Same girl sameeee
Dad, your misogyny is showing.
Bahaha yes it is!
It’s hard to admit that you think you’re good at something creative. And then it’s so much worse for women. We’re told to shrug off compliments, to scoff when someone tells us we’re good at something. We shrink ourselves, convince ourselves what we’re creating doesn’t actually matter.”
He removes a dry gray hoodie from his backpack. “Here,” he says, holding it out to me. “Take this.”
Called it
The things that mattered to us for the past four years will shift and evolve, and I imagine they’ll keep doing that forever. It’s terrifying.
Opposites attract is my favorite trope, so it made sense to start there. Because, of course, the thing about opposites: they always have a lot more in common than they think.
I’ve given this boy the messiest parts of me, and he’s done nothing but convince me he’ll be careful with them.
