♥︎quinn *editing reviews & shelves* > Recent Status Updates

Damn if you’re so caught up about women being creatures then date a man? Gay confirmed?

the forbidden trope is lovely but sometimes it infuriates me!

“He was the start and end of her world, the glue holding together her fragile sanity.”

‘The man owns the world. There will always be something he can take from you.’

okonkwo on alpha male supplements orrr??😭

"Some people even said that they had heard the spirits flying and flapping their wings against the roof of the cave."

"It was not external but lay deep within himself. It was the fear of himself, lest he should be found to resemble his father."

ugh sleep sounds so nice

Some of these characters act like women can’t fight 🤨

noble flower? modesty? it's called respect (,;

‘Because no matter how far we go, the Tower takes care of its own.’

“Vhalla reached out and grabbed the princes bandaged hand, clinging to it. His right hand, the hand that had written her letters, the hand that held her face when he kissed her; it was a wonderful hand of endless possibilities that now rested completely limp in her grasp.”

oh yeah! Laurel…

when your parents don’t yell at you when you expect it is when you know you fucked up

lamb curry and rice ❤️

How does this author perfectly frame Asian parents to the lgbtq community I swear

I guided Harry’s car back to the road, and as I drove into the city, I found myself glancing up at the stars in the sky, cold and white and alone in the inkling blue.

‘I’ll like what you do,’ she declared. ‘Wouldn’t say no to something bright on you, but I don’t think I’ll be saying no to you a lot.’

I was quietly in love with each and every woman in the place, and when I turned to watch my companion, I saw an edge of gold all around her, a dull gleam that warmed me and allowed me to climb back into my body.

If I pressed my face to the cool glass, I could see the stars gleaming high above, constellations and novas that shone for Hollywood alone. I could recite their names as if they were saints, and they were larger than anyone who had come before.

I could almost see a fluttering dark viel drop over his features, and it sent a cold shiver along my spine.

‘Seems like they are all long days lately.’

'Remind me why I put up with you again?'
'You love me.'

As we wound our way out of the Paliasades, the rain started again, running down the glass just a few inches from my face, washing away everything that had come before. *why is this so nostalgic?

That day, I learned that it wasn't a sudden strike of heartache that had done it; it was a slow petrifaction of things I no longer wanted because Emmaline refused to look at me.

She gave me a beautifully cold look that would have gotten her an immediate spot on a Victorian drama...

magical realism is so interestingly weird