I have lied and I have betrayed and I have triumphed. If only there was someone to congratulate me.
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I have lied and I have betrayed and I have triumphed. If only there was someone to congratulate me.
I have lied and I have betrayed and I have triumphed. If only there was someone to congratulate me.
never let anyone make you feel bad about the things you’re capable of. some will insist you step into the shadows to make them more comfortable. but I’ll tell you a secret: there’s enough light for us all.
BOOKS READ IN 2021 ➵ THE GIRLS I’VE BEEN BY TESS SHARPE (★★★★★)
I was raised for a kind of slaughter. But I grew into a huntress instead. One who always hits her target. No matter what.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”
“Maybe it was the words, or maybe the tone. Maybe it was the way he’d just told her something about himself, or how he’d taken her hand earlier and saved her from her misery. Her knight in black armor. Maybe it was none of it, maybe it was all of it, maybe it was always going to happen. Still—it didn’t matter.
Suddenly, it just didn’t matter, the why of it, the how. The after. All Olive cared about was that she wanted to, right now, and that seemed enough to make it all right.”
Olive x Adam
[The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood]
the cruel prince by holly black
2021 Books. ⋙ Lakesedge by Lyndall Clipstone
“Maybe I just want to be the girl who held the hand of a monster.”
@fatedromance ◇ Romancing the Dark ◇ 2nd Masquerade
I am lost in the cold of him.
He looks at me. He sees me. He knows me. His smile widens and turns sharp at the edges. He makes a low sound. A pleased, satisfied hum. “I almost thought you had forgotten me.”
Lakesedge by Lyndall Clipstone
@storyseekers event 18: 2021 debut
down comes the night by allison saft
@storyseekers event 18: 2021 debut — There’s a monster in the shadows, and now it knows my name.
books I've read in 2021: these violent delights by chloe gong
For months they flirted and pretended and toed the line between enemy and friend, both knowing who the other was but neither admitting to it, both trying to gain something from this friendship but being uncareful, falling too deep without knowing.
“Wylan summoned every bit of bravado he’d learned from Nina, the will he’d learned from Matthias, the focus he’d studied in Kaz, the courage he’d learned from Inej, and the wild, reckless hope he’d learned from Jesper, the belief that no matter the odds, they would win. ‘I won’t talk,’ he said.” — Wylan Van Eck for @luafeyson
BLOODLINES SERIES — cast of characters » adrian ivashkov
“takes a lot of tries before you hit perfection.“ he paused to reconsider that. “well, except for my parents. they got it on the first try.”
the poppy war, r.f. kuang
when man begins to think that he is responsible for writing the script of the world, he forgets the forces that dream up our reality.
lit meme: [7/10] books or series -> the folk of the air by holly black
what could i become if i stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything? if i stopped trying to belong? instead of being afraid, i could become something to fear.
the poppy war, by r.f. kuang
when man begins to think that he is responsible for writing the script of the world, he forgets the forces that dream up our reality.
dedicated to @ouyangs ♡
the invisible life of addie larue by ve schwab
their eyes meet now across the store, and he knows she said she’s not immune, that their deals simply work together, but the fact remains that there is no shimmer in those brown eyes. her gaze is clear. a lighthouse through the fog. she smiles, and henry’s world goes brighter. she turns away, and it is dark again.