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Let's ignore my 17 CR, that's the perils of being a mood reader but I am just looking for a frill no thrills romance ok

this is such a stupid powerful book

And as she did so, she had a strange thought—I will never see this beach again.


foreshadowing??

your input is the only input that matters im dying

has leo ever considered hes unlikeable because hes a lil bitch

the 50% reveal is sadly something i guessed way long back

restarting this because honestly im still interested in the mystery which doesn't happen often so i need to see this through but god is the way its written so boring

P.S. Send money for a new fridge. Ours broke


Shes the devil incarnate.....

speedrunning through the icarly section so her mom can die and i can be at peace

Sorry,” I say while I poop and Mom wets a paper towel with water. I’m embarrassed she still insists on wiping my butt. I tried to tell her recently that now that I’m eight, I think I can handle it, but she looked like she was gonna cry and said she needs to do it until I’m at least ten because she doesn’t want skid marks on my Pocahontas underwear


Wtf

but justice, Saffy thinks, is supposed to feel like more. Justice is supposed to be an anchor, an answer. She wonders how a concept like justice made it into the human psyche, how she ever believed that something so abstract could be labeled, meted out. Justice does not feel like compensation. It does not even feel like satisfaction.

bro fr tell me quick when you launch into an emergency so much so you know you probably wont make it to a commitment with a person with whom you have a history of not showing up for do you let them know youre dealing w an emergency may not make it and will be mia because i think thats a perfectly reasonable thing to expect

She surveyed the food, and his lips twitched at her expression.
“It’s not poison.”
“I suppose not,” said Vasya, dubious.

"Men are ready, and a woman to see to your virtue.” Anna smirked

Anna death arc when

“It cannot get in,” said the domovoi, fierce. “I will not let it. I will not.”

the domovoi my cute creatures i wll protect you

The tears slid down Irina’s face; she wasn’t pretty when she cried.

i wonder why katherine arden included so much commentary on the physique and the beauty of the women when the narrative voice is 3rd person - reflecting russia's fixation with women beauty or her own standards?

“Beautiful.” The whisper sent the smoke curling in little eddies along the
floor. “They were so frightened.” The voice sounded almost gleeful.
Konstantin was silent. For an instant he wondered if he was a madman and
the voice had come crawling out of his own heart. But—no, of course not.
It is only your wickedness that doubts, Konstantin Nikonovich.

girl that's the bear

Why was she ashamed? Because she was supposed to be; because women, especially at her age, did not ask for these sorts of pleasures. She blushed, thinking of the uninhibited moans that escaped her mouth – from every part of her body it seemed – as she drew Sarab in closer and closer. What if the neighbours heard? It had not even occurred to her last night.

men hate women having fun especially desi men

i expected a lot but i didn't expect a fucking mystery ohmygoddd

realising that this book admittedly contains a lot of erotic stories

There are so few things in our existence we can count on to give us the sense of permanence, of the ground beneath our feet. People fail us. Our bodies fail us. We fail ourselves. He’s experienced all of that. But what do you cling to, moment to moment, if memories can simply change. What, then, is real? And if the answer is nothing, where does that leave us?

love the tie in to mandela effect

the illustrations are so gorgeous

fuck andrew oh fr

I realize then that the whole time I was watching Peter and Wei Laoshi, Henry was watching me.

THROWING UP

Finishing this tomorrow

You think that just because you’re all smart and wealthy and attractive you can just do whatever the hell you want—”
“Wait.” Something shifts in the black depths of his eyes. “You think I’m attractive?”

You know,” I muse out loud, “if it weren’t for the fact that we hated each other’s guts, we’d probably make an impressive power duo.”
I expect Henry to raise his eyebrows at me as usual or make a cutting remark, but his footsteps suddenly slow beside me.
“Wait. We hate each other?”