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What is it meant to be human?

KATE PREFERS CATS TOO BUT RIGHT NOW IN THE BOOK WHAT THE I CAN FEEL THE PARANOIA BEING LOCKED UP GOD BUT I'M GRINNING TOO IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL AND DANGEROUS OH VERITY

With all those animals, seriously I don't mind being a sixteenth century royal <3

Why do "contemporary" poets all write about being used and/or prostitues?

DOC PRESCRIBED SHERLOCK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

The cat, I remember. He took note of my unusual hours, came scratching at my door for a bit of fuss at random hours of the day and night. Finished up bits of egg or fish from my plate. He liked to sit on my piles of paper, watching me write... when I got particularly lost, it was the gaze of the cat that seemed to reach into my muddle and light my way back to my room, my notes, my pencils and my pencil sharpener.

...something about [him] … disarming, infectious, familiar. In an auditorium full of stares, his was the gaze she felt. In a classroom full of students learning lies, he scribbled the truth in the margins. In a school that clung to the illusion of safety, he didn’t shy from talk of violence. He didn’t belong there, the way she didn’t belong there, and that shared strangeness made her feel like she knew him.

Not all Verses Are Poetry Least of all Sentences Written Like this

Weather.

AUGUST TOOK THE CAT

It's eerie with the twin.

For hours Miss Winter’s voice had conjured another world, raising the dead for me, and I had seen nothing but the puppet show her words had made. But when her voice fell still in my head, her image remained and I remembered the gray cat that had appeared, as if by magic, on her lap. Silently he had sat under her stroking hand, regarding me fixedly with his round yellow eyes. If he saw my ghosts, if he saw my secrets,

Easter eggs. This book will gift me lettered Easter eggs.

I CAN'T EVEN UPDATE A DIGIT CORRECTLY what the fluff

I shouldn't read when I'm anxious at hand :/ probably have to reread a couple of pages to savour them.

North City of Verity seems a lot like Dubai. Complete surveillance, luxury, dire consequences, the aura of safety and danger both.

" There is something about words. In expert words, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves round your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic. "

Between a whisper and a bang.. I love Schwab's female protagonists, they're all so kickass xD

I just.. how can they have so many controlled thoughts in just minutes?

Okay, there's the gun. There's firing. And an attempt for diversity.. An Afghan boy, really? Mhmhmhn.

" Admittedly, a day without detention is like a day without sunshine. Or rainbows or kittens or that sort of crap. "

it is being honest

about

my pain

that makes me invincible

–– yield

((JH on my mind))

sometimes the night wakes in the

middle of me

and i can do nothing

but

become the moon.

Dinnertime I help Mother peel sweet potatoes to stretch the rice.
I start to chop off a potato’s end as wide as a thumbnail, then decide to slice off only a sliver. I am proud of my ability to save until I see tears in Mother’s deep eyes.
You deserve to grow up where you don’t worry about saving half a bite of sweet potato.

AJ. :)

"Because it’s not muscles that make men strong. Secrets do. The more secrets you keep, the stronger you are on the inside.”

Is it so? It is so.

THERE'S A CAT THERE'S A CAT THIS ROMANCE MIGHT BE BEARABLE MAYBE

“All people do out there is hurt each other,” she said, and her eyes were strangely unfocused. “You’ll go out and hurt someone, Ollie. You can’t even help it.”