Book Haul - Tumblr Posts
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Vermillion hues of my roots
3 August , 2024
"For every life I can’t save during my shift, one more drop of blood becomes a part of me. No matter how many times I wash my hands, our martyrs’ blood seeps beneath my skin, into my cells. By now it’s probably encoded in my DNA."
Zoulfa Katouh,
As Long as the Lemon Trees Grow
What an exhausting day it was. A brief afternoon drizzle washed away the dark canopy, but the sunset poured into my room, casting a warm glow that revived my spirits.
4 August , 24
Early morning classes do not inspire enthusiasm today. My books have arrived, filling me with a desire to devote the entire day to reading. However, an intimidating pile of white laundry demands my attention. As I hang the clothes, the washing line, seemingly reserved for whites, captures my affection with its gentle flutter in the breeze.
Amidst the chores, I manage to steal moments for myself. Outside, cumulus clouds drift lazily across the cerulean vastness of the sky, while the sun plays peek-a-boo, occasionally illuminating the lush greenery of my plants and a single wild white lily, which stands out like a pixie amidst the foliage. In these fleeting glimpses of beauty, I am reminded that
" life is indeed beautiful."
August 23 , 2024
Humans often think they know where they end and others begin, but I understand now that you were never separate from me. Your love, like the ancient trees, runs deep, mingling with mine, connected by an unseen web of memories, love, and shared moments. Even now, as I stand here, I know that you are still with me, your roots forever tangled with mine, nurturing me from the soil of our shared existence. We are, and always will be, interconnected, Maa—no loneliness, only togetherness that transcends the physical.
August 30, 2024
"In the silent night, in the dark of night, in the deep of night, I will come to you and listen, and I will speak, and I will sing, and I will love you.”
— Walt Whitman, The Sleepers, Leaves of Grass
September 2, 2024
At the day's quiet end, When the sky blushes with gold, She gathers the sunset in her hands, Holding its warmth like a secret, A light that fades but never truly leaves, Lingering in the twilight of memory.
September 7, 2024 I’ve been thinking that you are my country. Is that a strange thing to say? Without you, I don’t have a home 🏡 in this world; I am a felled tree, 🪵my roots severed all round; you can topple me with the touch of a finger.
Elif Shafak, The Island of Missing Trees
September 8 , 2024
My mother's gifts of courage to me were both large and small. The latter are woven so subtly into the fabric of my psyche that I can hardly distinguish where she stops and I begin.
Maya Angelou, Mom & Me & Mom
September 23, 2024
I ran to you not just with my bruised knees and muddy hands, but with all the joys, worries, and secrets my heart could hold.
You were the guardian of my little stories, little secrets; your embrace is my refuge where I never outgrew.
Always yours ❤️🩹🙏🏾
O p - C e n t e r by T o m C l a n c y
G e r a l d ’ s G a m e by S t e p h e n K i n g
T h e Z o m b i e S u r v i v a l G u i d e : C o m p l e t e P r o t e c t i o n F r o m T h e L i v i n g D e a d by M a x B r o o k s
T h e P a t i e n t by M i c h a e l P a l m e r
T h e C o l o r a d o K i d by S t e p h e n K i n g
M y N a m e I s R e d by O r h a n P a m u k
T h e G o l d f i n c h b y D o n n a T a r t t
T h e S c i e n c e F i c t i o n C o l l e c t i o n , B o o k C l u b : H o u s t o n , H o u s t o n D o Y o u R e a d ? by J a m e s T i p t r e e , J r
T h e S c i e n c e F i c t i o n Co l l e c t i o n , B o o k C l u b : S t a r d a n c e by S p i d e r and J e a n n e R o b i n s o n
B o s s y p a n t s by T i n a F e y
H i r o s h i m a by J o h n H e r s e y
E y e F o r A n E y e by T . F r a n k M u i r
G i r l I n T h e B l u e C o a t by M o n i c a H e s s e
T h e F e v e r by M e g a n A b b o t t
T h e S u n A n d H e r F l o w e r s by R u p i K a u r
T h e D e v i l ’ s D i c t i o n a r y by A m b r o s e B i e r c e
U n d e r T h e D o m e by S t e p h e n K i n g
S a t u r n ’ s R a c e by L a r r y N i v e n and S t e v e n B a r n e s
[...] Sou tudo o que me disseram que eu não poderia ser – que ele me disse que eu não poderia ser e, se isso é o inferno, então talvez eu pertença a ele. Só preciso mudar algumas regras.
Daniel observou o rosto dela enquanto Elisa bebia mais. Engoliu em seco, e seus olhos perderam o brilho avermelhado. Se pudesse sentir o que ela sentiu enquanto falava, não se arrependeria de tê-la libertado. Elisa agora sabia que não conseguiria ser outra pessoa, não conseguiria ser humana. Seu destino era queimar e consumir até tudo acabar em caos.
— Como Destruir Anjos - Andresa Rios
"Fúria Vermelha, nunca se esqueça:
Olho por olho, irmão por irmão."
— blood crown from greengzass, a throne of glass fanfiction on wattpad