When You Were Small.
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Jules of Nature
Peter Solarz
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
we're not kids anymore.

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@cant-im-booked
When You Were Small.
I deserve a dark haired lover with soft eyes and a heart full of love
Just annabeth chase looking like a goddess in the morning ✨☀️
→ The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab
“So you see,” says Luc, “perhaps I win.” Addie shakes her head. “It is only chance,” she says. “I did not call.” He smiles, gaze falling to the ring against her skin. “I know your heart. I felt it falter.” “But I didn’t.” “No,” he says, the word nothing but a breath. “But I was tired of waiting.” “So you missed me,” she says with a smile, and there is the briefest glimpse in those green eyes. A fracture of light. “Life is long, and humans boring. You are better company.”
song of achilles
i would recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.
unnamed plant + good (i hope?) books
Jane and Elizabeth by Bethany Stancliffe
5.02 / yellow
2.02 / my reading list is growing exponentially and now I'm playing catch up with it
“They gradually ascended for half a mile, and then found themselves at the top of a considerable eminence, where the wood ceased, and the eye was instantly caught by Pemberley House, situated on the opposite side of a valley, into which the road with some abruptness wound. It was a large, handsome, stone building, standing well on rising ground, and backed by a ridge of high woody hills;—and in front, a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater, but without any artificial appearance. Its banks were neither formal, nor falsely adorned. Elizabeth was delighted. She had never seen a place where nature had done more, or where natural beauty had been so little counteracted by an awkward taste. They were all of them warm in their admiration; and at that moment she felt that to be mistress of Pemberley might be something.”
love a good used book☺️📚 (I know some of you are going to get mad at me fire highlighting and writing in my books but these were for history coursework don’t worry😂)
The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater
—“How do you know I wouldn't have just been happy with the truth? I don’t care if my father was a deadbeat named Butternut. It doesn't change anything right now.”
“His name wasn't really Butternut, was it?” Gansey asked Adam in a low voice.
just relax and read
my weekend assigned readings are quite diverse … from jane eyre, to lolita, to twilight … yes, i am rereading twilight for an assignment. the wonders of doing an arts degree.
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Manchester libraries, so dreamy @warmhealer
archive mb for @slipknotsgf ☘