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Sometimes i just think, if my life was a book what would be the plot? What makes someone life worth writing?? Is it the great things she lived? The awesome things she's done? How can i improve my life for it to be worth telling? Am i ever gonna be interessing enough?
They tell me to look at the sunrise and to embrace the shimmers and forgive the sinners. But tell me, how do I forgive the people who broke more than my heart more than my trust but also my very life?
My Heart Bleeds Poetry #15 Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )
I come back here after AGES & the first thing I do is reblog call-out posts. Sigh.
i want to read but i also don’t want to read but i also want to read but i also don’t want to read
do you feel
I do that~😊
ladies we need to start frantically and obsessively reading books in less than 24 hours again..remember how happy we were
"It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life."
- Terry Pratchett
Popping my new Tumblr's cherry!!
Too much? 🤣
I made a new Tumblr space since my old blog was a mess, and I had no idea where to even start fixing it. I've been gone from here a while and now that the Instagram algorithm has well and truly fucked me over I'm back!
Now let's see what sort of stuff has changed around here 😊
* Picture is for attention
TGIF!! What are you reading this weekend?
If I can pry myself away from Zelda for any length of time 😅 I'll try to finish my listen of Rust in the Root before my library wants it back.
Happy World Bee Day!!
I thought this book would be good to share today and during Mental Health Awareness Month 😊
Title: The Music of Bees
Author: Eileen Garvin
Synopsis: A heartwarming debut novel for readers of Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine, following three lonely strangers in a rural Oregon town, each working through grief and life's curveballs, who are brought together by happenstance on a local honeybee farm where they find surprising friendship, healing--and maybe even a second chance--just when they least expect it.
Forty-four-year-old Alice Holtzman is stuck in a dead-end job, bereft of family, and now reeling from the unexpected death of her husband. Alice has begun having panic attacks whenever she thinks about how her life hasn't turned out the way she dreamed. Even the beloved honeybees she raises in her spare time aren't helping her feel better these days.
In the grip of a panic attack, she nearly collides with Jake--a troubled, paraplegic teenager with the tallest mohawk in Hood River County--while carrying 120,000 honeybees in the back of her pickup truck. Charmed by Jake's sincere interest in her bees and seeking to rescue him from his toxic home life, Alice surprises herself by inviting Jake to her farm.
And then there's Harry, a twenty-four-year-old with debilitating social anxiety who is desperate for work. When he applies to Alice's ad for part-time farm help, he's shocked to find himself hired. As an unexpected friendship blossoms among Alice, Jake, and Harry, a nefarious pesticide company moves to town, threatening the local honeybee population and illuminating deep-seated corruption in the community. The unlikely trio must unite for the sake of the bees--and in the process, they just might forge a new future for themselves.
Beautifully moving, warm, and uplifting, The Music of Bees is about the power of friendship, compassion in the face of loss, and finding the courage to start over (at any age) when things don't turn out the way you expect.
QOTD: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
I want to go to Italy and learn how to make all of the delicious food.
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So I completely binged this audiobook during my shift today, and if you love lyrical writing and stories that read like a fairy tale, then you NEED to read this!!!
My brain is empty, and too tired to think of a good QOTD today 😴
So tell me something good ❤️
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I just finished this book and all I have to say is what the actual fuck, Priya?
What are you reading this weekend?
welcome folks
hi, my name is rowan, i'm 22 (23 as of may 31st) and i love reading!
i wanted to do a quick intro and link all of my socials for anyone who would want them since i post a bit everywhere.
i'm starting this blog to eventually gain an audience to maybe start a youtube or a podcast based around books and reading since that's what i love to do and talk about the most. but also just meet more people in the community and maybe make some more reading friends!
i started my instagram in late 2022 and have been posting on and off on there for the past two years but i've loved books and reading since i was a child. i'd love to eventually make this a part time job and earn money but for now it's a fun thing i'm doing to share my thoughts and get to know people.
my asks are always open so if you'd ever want to chat feel free to reach out!
my socials:
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18+ reading and writing discord server
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the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.
if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.
Immortal Nox: The Lost City
Stretching her arms over her head, Astra swished her tail and laid her ears back with a yawn. She’d been feeling odd since getting up from an unexpected crash hours earlier. It was the first time she’d ever had that happen while playing a VR game. “Maybe it’s an update?” she wondered aloud and squinted through the tree canopy at the sky’s golden hue.
Tiredness was a new sensation to her while playing Ashguard. She’d been gathering herbs and materials for hours in-game. Long enough for the sun to begin dipping down behind the mountain range that bisected the main continent. To the north were the three major cities of Aesir, Vanaheim, and Nifelheim, and Astra Diane’s current location was three months’ worth of in-game travel into the unmapped Southlands.
Being a Healer Class, it was a miracle she’d made it this far by herself. Usually, she had her Porter, Xander, but she’d sent him back to Aesir to sell some things in hopes that he wouldn’t catch the plague from her.
The plague plotline had come out of nowhere for a game with very little story. But attempting to find a cure for it had been a fun use of the Crafting Skills she’d spent so much time leveling up. Unfortunately, she’d caught it too, and while Players respawned at the Soul Stones in the three major cities, NPCs did not.
Astra Diane pulled her Menu out of her pocket. “I should check on him,” she muttered. She hadn’t been feeling the plague symptoms since her crash earlier. Her Menu, a Scroll that always existed in her pocket, was a touch screen once unrolled. Swiping through the tabs, Astra selected her teleport list.
As for the symptoms, they were miserable. It was similar to having the flu, but in her mind, the tiredness and aching in her body lingered even after logging out. Earlier that day, she’d collapsed in-game and woke up several hours later. Astra felt fine now, so she supposed the plague had run its course, and she was free to return to town.
Being in the Southlands for so long by herself was lonely. She was, after all, a squishy Healer Class and tended to rely on the fact that she could heal herself to get through fights with monsters more than an actual strategy. She knew she wasn’t a very good Player.
She glanced top left to see her and Xander’s health bars. The Porter was at full health, as was she. Top right, she could see the in-game time, which only showed hours and minutes of the day. That was the extent of Ashguard’s HUD.
If she wanted to use a Skill, she had to remember and activate it. There weren’t easy buttons that stayed in view to remind Players of what they had, and the Skills didn’t organize into trees. A Skill simply got stronger the more it was used, and there were rumored to be hundreds of Skills out there to find. She did have a menu that listed all her Skills, but battles required quick thinking, and Players tended to have Skills they relied on more frequently than others.
She’d left a daisy chain of Soul Stone Shards, small, single-use devices, on her way through the Southlands.
They weren’t very durable, as other Players or monsters could destroy them, but they lasted a week in real-time. The most frequent complaint about them was that Players couldn’t respawn to them. They were available as teleport locations in the list, great for a quick run back to one of the major cities for a minute, but that was it.
Astra stared at her empty list.
What the heck?
She was some distance from the last one she’d dropped, and the others were older, leading up to the Player town at the edge of the Southlands, but that didn’t explain why they were all gone.
“Ugh.” Backing out of her teleport list, she moved to Inventory to get a Soul Stone Shard. That all of the ones she’d dropped in the last four game-time weeks were gone was only an inconvenience if she died. She wouldn’t have a quick way back to her current location after respawning at the last major city she’d been in. The faster she got one activated, the better.
Astra activated the item and dropped it just as she heard shuffling in the bushes.
Looking up from her Menu, she met the eyes of a Razor Boar mid-charge. “[Dodge]” died on her lips as the two pairs of tusks ripped through her midsection. Pain like she had never felt before overwhelmed her senses. She collapsed to the ground. Her armor, which was as high-quality as she could make it, had protected her a bit from the attack, but the Boar continued to slash at her as she lay helpless on the ground, unable to think past the pain.
A tusk caught her in the throat, and a terrible coldness descended upon her.
Her consciousness hung suspended in darkness; before her were the options to Wait or Respawn. Choosing Respawn, her body exploded in sparks of light, teleporting back to the last Soul Stone she’d attuned to.
Astra wheezed out a moan of residual pain as her feet touched the pavement. Gripping herself, she shivered. Her pain setting must have gotten changed. Had they updated the game? Maybe that was why she’d passed out earlier.
She now stood in the Soul Stone Plaza of Aesir, a city built on the mountainous shore and sprawling onto an island within visual distance of the rocky beach. The architecture resembled ancient Greco-Roman, giving it an air of philosophical sophistication. It was her favorite city, and it looked gorgeous in the setting sun’s light. However something was off.
Why was it so quiet?
Turning away from the Soul Stone, she found that the plaza, usually bustling with Players coming and going, was filled with market stalls and a crowd that was just trying to get their last bit of shopping done before it got too dark. While physically, Players and Non-Player Characters were identical, the system showed Player names to other Players in text hovering over their heads.
There were no Players in the crowd.
The stall owners and their customers stared at her, pale, jaws agape. A Human grandmother had dropped her basket of apples directly next to Astra. A Lycanth woman clutched her cub to her chest.
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he did it again