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I don't know why but for some reason I really love the dark, twisted and toxic YA romance books where the protagonist has shit relationship with the family and in the end they are the antagonist and the protagonist leaves them for good
"I do not have the talent of conversing easily with people I have never met before" said Mr. Darcy
Jane Austen, Pride & Prejudice
when you really don't like a person, you can force talk niceties only so much
another night of no hot & steamy sex with love like no other 🥰
tell me what does it feel like to have slept and woken up feeling well rested instead of tired?
a dark academia girl along with the soft glow of summer sunshine is what I desire to be
a long flight somewhere, a life changing conversation with some random hot stranger, then probably never meet them again or meet them again somewhere in a pleasantly surprising way
this existence is nothing but a cry for help
i want a love that consumes me, i want a love that makes me forget who i am, i want a love that renders me speechless
there's so much art, music and literature in this world and I fear that I'm not consuming enough
i love how cute little people come up here, after having read or seen something which moved them and write about how the character must have felt or what made them do this and the intensity with which they start describing how they felt and related to it in some fucked up way. like thank you so much for bringing this perspective in my life and trusting us with this part of yourself.
my melancholia haunts me like a child does a mother who just got to know that Santa isn’t real
it's Oscar Wilde's birthday and I just recently learned some NOT OK info about him, so here's the skinny:
Throughout his adulthood, Oscar Wilde frequently groomed minors, participated in sex tourism, and died at 46 whilst in an "affair" with a 15 yo. He hired sexually trafficked minors and once reportedly "loaned" a kid to a friend for sexual purposes.
Wilde was not all wine and satire and ready wit. He was an unrepentant paedophile. While it may seem valuable to recognize his achievements, who are we to decide that Oscar wilde was a more valuable person than the boys he serially abused?
https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/theatre-dance/features/oscar-wilde-facing-retrial-9773718.html
https://thefederalist.com/2018/09/18/time-left-stop-idolizing-oscar-wilde-hes-pervert/
https://books.google.com/books?id=_uIOBAAAQBAJ
Astronaut levi might be the move
Literature Prompt #1, Jeff VanderMeer’s Annihilation
“We all live in a kind of continuous dream,” I told him. “When we wake, it is because something, some event, some pinprick even, disturbs the edges of what we’ve taken as reality.”― Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation
Write about an event which disturbs your protagonist’s idea of reality. What happens? Do they change or hold on to the illusion? Or do they go mad?
The clown turned his powdered face to the mirror. "If to be fair is to be beautiful," he said, "who can compare with me in my white mask?" "Who can compare with him in his white mask?" I asked of Death beside me. "Who can compare with me?" said Death, "for I am paler still." "You are very beautiful," sighed the clown, turning his powdered face from the mirror.
Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow
I can’t help imagining this as a conversation between the Possessive Mask (SCP-035), the Plague Doctor (SCP-049) and the Shy Guy (SCP-096). You can decide who is who, though I think we all know who the clown is. SCP-096 would probably be the palest, but his self-esteem is so low he likely wouldn’t make that connection.
Literature Prompt #4, The Most Dangerous Game
“The world is made up of two classes - the hunters and the huntees.” ― Richard Connell, The Most Dangerous Game
Write about a character who is being pursued by something, whether its another person, a creature, an organization, or an otherworldly force. How do they manage to survive? Do they find a way to turn the tables?
Qué tengo...
Caminando por las esquinas de un recuerdo que apenas tiene forma en mi mente, entiendo que no es cuestión de egoísmo
Sonrió al viento y lo único que llena mis pulmones es la libertad. Claro, el amor es un antídoto para la realidad, pero también es un veneno que puede exterminar tu claridad.
En mi pecho late el deseo más de lo que late el romance
¿Acaso la última vez no hubo un atisbo de lo que tanto deseaba?
Su piel y la mía se fundieron en una, sus besos eran el fuego que alimentaba mi fuego.
Pero el adiós era inevitable, y a ninguna le peso ni pensarlo.
Su seducción y sonrisa eran embriagantes, pero mi pecho no estaba preparado para caer en ello.
Recorriendo cada espacio sepia de mi mente, y trayendo al frente a esas miradas y tentaciones, entiendo que la parte de mí que estaba dormida por el dolor, hoy esta despierta y al control.
Noches frías repletas de fuego abrasador, cristales empañados por suspiros profundos.
Soy alguien diferente a esa vez.
No tengo en mis manos las respuestas de la vida, tampoco el tesoro que quiera compartir.
Nada más que miradas de soslayo y sonrisas ladeadas.
No me pidas que te tome de la mano, que te lleve al otro lado del escenario o bese tus heridas.
No tengo manera de enfocarme en ti, cuando me prometí solo pensar en mí.
No dudo de lo que tengo para ofrecer, pero sé que no es lo que voy a ofrecer.
Scrolling through Instagram....
Seeing a post and profile selling books.....
Seeing the insanely cheap price for new books....
Plus they had a sale for they're one year anniversary.....
Immediately buying 7 books!!!
It arriving and upon opening the packaging......
It was fake, all reprints.
Like it was my first time buying on instagram and i thought it was just a good deal, but as it turns out it was too good to be true.
I feel so dumb...