100% Lost

reading my way through life

[mochasandbooks]

Hi hello I have a complaint

Several years ago I watched Naomi and Ely’s No Kiss List, it became a comfort movie, and around my third rewatch I caught that it was based on a book. Queue me immediately borrowing it from the library and loving it. While in England, I finally bought myself a copy, specifically this copy

beautiful cover, I’ve always been impartial to word art. Now, because I love this book, I always said I’d read Cohn and Levithan’s other collaborations. And Dash and Lily is now a Netflix series, so I figured the time is now. Now onto my complaint. I remembered there were other Levithan books (both solo and with Cohn) with this style cover design. And one of them was Dash and Lily. Which I just found out is a trilogy. And after an hour of searching, I have come to the unfortunate conclusion that only the ?second? book has a matching cover to my N&E copy. As far as i can tell, the publishing house responsible for this cover art didn't even publish a copy of the first book. So I don’t know what to do 🤦‍♀️

[mochasandbooks]

I made a thing because school sucks

[clowncryptids]

Eyy yo, lets stop normalizing showing videos and audios of 9/11 in schools. That traumatizes people, and it is wrong to show actual footage of such a horrific event to minors.

I am 17 and today I was expected to watch a long compilation of videos and audio, I was told to take notes on it as an assignment, I couldn’t make it through the video, I had to stop once they started showing people jumping out the building.

This was not the first time something like this has happened to me, and I hope, oh I hope that it is the last, since this is my last year in high shool. I have watched many videos of 9/11 starting from a very young age, I was born post 9/11 and I should not have been subjugated to watching something like this.

There are other ways to teach kids, or even adults about events like this without showing them the videos, come on that should be obvious!

Furthermore, if you want to honor and remember the lives lost in this attack, do not share videos of the event, that is disrespectful, and traumatic to watch. Share images of the memorials and the names of those lost, that is a great way to remember this event without spreading more trauma to others.

Let’s be respectful, and caring on this day, not harmful,

Thank you.

[museenkuss]

Man I’m so involved in Punk Academia rn

Apart from the fashion (which fucks as it is), it’s just SUCH an important mindset to me. There is a lot of elitism in the DA fandom and while pretty editions of Shakespeare plays are fun, education should never be exclusive.

And while many teenagers are attracted to DA because they want to be different from their peers, it’s SO important to realise that you’re not better than other people because you read classics. Education should always be a matter of lifting others up and sharing your knowledge, not hoarding it and laughing at people you think of as lesser

[oneaestheticaday]

Messy mascara, raindrops, pale skin, teary eyes, frizzy hair, warm jackets, long baths, cold air, lingering touches, deep talks, butterflies, foggy weather, mossy stone, old polaroids, ghost stories, lost faces.

[mochasandbooks]

Idk if this has been done but...

Punk Academia: hates institutionalized education but loves studying niche subjects in their free time. Sweaters under leather jackets. Loves uncensored history books. Enjoys rock/punk music for the poetic lyrics. Adores arguing about history. Definitely a true crime junkie.

[mochasandbooks]

House of Salt and Sorrows

House of Salt and Sorrows by Erin A Craig

Once there were twelve of us.

I seem to be reading a lot of murder mysteries these days, and yet this one blew them all out of the water. The inspiration behind it alone, I had high hopes, but I still wasn’t let down. Grimm fairytale meets Poe’s Annabel Lee, this story is full of death, tragedy, and mystique. Set on an island that worships Pontus, the sea god, this story has a rich tapestry of fictional culture, that has been so fleshed out that I feel I have enough information to adopt their lifestyle if I ever want. There is no place to get comfortable in this book, because it draws you in and twirls you around with the remaining princess. You never quite know what’ll come next...

[mochasandbooks]

Four Dead Queens

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Four Dead Queens by Astrid Scholte

One big lie. Two forbidden romances. Three days to catch a killer.

I’m a sucker for split point of view in a book, and it was used so strategically and magnificently in this book that *chef’s kiss*. I really loved the characters, and the unpredictable nature of the story. Going into the book, I thought it would be straightforward with the normal twists and turns, but there were definitely a few blindsighted I wasn’t expecting. There are also some pretty damn cute pairings in this book, which complemented the plot gorgeously. The main characters are nicely fleshed out, and the minor characters even have lives outside the story that are acknowledged. In the end, you can only hope the killer gets found…

For fans of:

Ace of Shades

Sorcery of Thorns

House of Salt and Sorrow

[mochasandbooks]

This Is Kind of an Epic Love Story

This Is Kind of an Epic Love Story by Kheryn Callender

Nathan Bird doesn’t believe in happy endings.

Containing some seriously powerful QPOC voices in the middle of a fluffy high school romance, this book is seriously amazing. When Nathan Bird’s ex best friend comes back into town after five years, Nate realizes he may have to deal with some uncomfortable truths. The friend group was just adorable, each one of them having their own storylines made the story seem more three-dimensional than most, as if they were all real people instead of supporting characters. All of the characters have flaws. Not cutesy, pity me flaws, but ugly human ones. This story is real, and yet that somehow adds to the fluffy atmosphere of it all. Mistakes are made, people fight, life goes on. And yet, the world seems to stop for Nate as he learns to open himself up to living for the moment…

For fans of:

What If It’s Us

Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

I’ll Give You the Sun

[mochasandbooks]

The Cheerleaders

The Cheerleaders by Kara Thomas

Beautiful. Talented. Popular. Dead. There are no more cheerleaders in the town of Sunnybrook.

A beautifully written high school murder mystery! 5 years after her sister and her cheer squad friends died, Monica starts digging, leading her to question everything she knew about the girls’ untimely deaths. The book starts off just as one would expect, of a high school drama, a romance gone sour and the anniversary of her sister’s death fast approaching. But as the story unfolds, it becomes clear that this case wasn’t the open and shut book the community was led to believe when it first happened. This book was impossible to put down, the plot was captivating, and there were new twists around every corner. A definite must for fans of the genre, The Cheerleaders is utterly disorianting. It seems as if everyone has a secret in Sunnybrook...

For fans of:

One of Us is Lying

Undead Girl Gang

We Were Liars

[sonnethereal]

i really love the dark academia aesthetic but i also love punk and goth fashion, and i listen to the music as well, and now idk what i should do... i can't decide who i wanna be, i really don't know who i am and it's driving me crazy.

[mochasandbooks]

I've been so torn, but honestly? I do it all, because it makes me happy, and that's what's important

[ganscy-s-deactivated20200620]

I want to live freely. I want to be spontaneous, reckless, exciting. I want to live young and make myself a life for when I’m older. I want my own small apartment full of plants that I try to keep alive and fail miserably but it’s okay because at least I tried. I want to have friends that don’t mind spontaneous adventures in the middle of the night, who don’t mind running errands with me, or when I get in my dark place they won’t mind staying in with me and watching movies in silence just because I don’t want to be alone.

I want to wake up with a feeling of purpose. drink my coffee and read as many books as my easily distracted mind will let me. I want to live somewhere with so many trees you can smell the pine coming in through the window I will always keep open no matter how cold it is because I like the fresh air.

I want to talk to others even if I’m scared to do it, get to know people and show them what love really is. I want to be someone people can go to for anything. I want to be the kind of human being who brings joy to others and themselves.

I want to live a meaningful life.

[mochasandbooks]

I swear I'll write more in 2019

So I've been drafting and redrafting the same story for roughly three years now, and I realized I'm just unsatisfied with my writing style. So, I'm going to try to take a month long break from that, but in the meantime I'm going to try writing some short stories for practice, beginning with the one I started last night based this song.

[shrimplydelicious]

“I’m finally going to write! I have a great idea!”

[edgelord-trashcan]

LAUGHS LOUDLY

[local-baby-boy-peter-parker]

[writing-prompt-s]

You wrote a novel about a demon falling in love with a human. Then, you summon a demon in order to get “real” feedback and constructive criticism. To your surprise, the demon laughs at your work.

[screamingatanemptyroom]

You told me from the start that you couldn’t love.

But still my heart yearned for some response.

My hand reached out in the dark, hoping to touch you.

But only emptiness was there to meet it.

I danced around the fiery pentagram, chanting in Latin while dripping blood from a small cut on my finger into the center of the drawing made of grave dirt and bone, all the while keeping an eye out on the clock on the mantel.

I only had 15 minutes before my casserole was done.

Finishing the chant with the ease of years of practice, I leaned back to avoid the plume of Hellfire that spewed from the portal that opened up. Changing out of my ceremonial robes, I got back into my comfy pajamas and checked on my casserole while the new arrival was settling in.

She stood about eight feet tall, her head brushing the light fixture on the ceiling in my living room. Her four arms ended in long claws that dripped venom, making me glad that I thought to put a stain resistant rubber mat underneath the summoning circle. Her eyes burned with the flames of Hell, the fire that continuously lived within her, the source of her power. She grinned at me when I walked in with a bowl of my freshly made casserole, showing rows upon rows of pointed teeth.

“Hey Kara, is there any casserole left for me?”

I waved with my spoon before sitting down to dig into my meal.

“Hey Baph, help yourself, it’s in the kitchen. I couldn’t remember whether or not Satan still had you on the meat ban so left side is vegetarian.”

“Nah he forgot all about that six months ago.”

“Probably shouldn’t scare the tourists by pretending to be him next time though.”

Baphotera, the sixth highest lieutenant in Hell, sat down across from me, laughing as she began to eat the casserole as well.

“Yeah, but it was too funny showing up at a Satanist meeting and telling them to “Go out and do good deeds.” She shook her head. “They were so confused!”

“Yeah, and Satan was pissed.”

“Ugh, I had to be a vegetarian for a year, don’t remind me.” She chewed the pasta with obvious relish. “Either way, Kara, I’m sure you didn’t summon me to help you eat your dinner, much as I appreciate the home-cooked meal. What’s going on?”

I stared down at my bowl, a little unsure of how to begin. “So… your brother may be a little pissed at me come tomorrow.”

“Valaac?” She cocked her head to the side, confused. “What did you do to piss him off?”

“Well… remember when we stopped talking last year?” She nodded to my question, obviously still confused. “I was really mad… and kind of drunk… and I maybe just sorta…” I paused and spoke out the rest in a quiet rush. “Wrote a book using him as the main character.”

Baph laughed loudly, one of her hands slapping her knee. “Okay, that sounds pretty funny, but why…”

“I finished it in the same night, and submitted it to my best friend Alice who’s in publishing. She thought it was hilarious that I drunk emailed her a book manuscript, and got the whole dang thing published and only told me today.”

“That’s… weird… but why would…”

“Look at it.” I handed it over to her, shuddering at the picture of a handsome, passionate looking young man with computer drawn devil horns added on that graced the cover. Baph glanced at the picture on the front with a chuckle, and then read the back cover, her green face turning more and more blue and she did.

“This… is a crappy teen romance novel.”

“Yep.”

“You made him into an intense brooding romance lead paired with the most Mary Sue female lead ever.”

My head ducked down. “Yep.”

“You used his real name?!!!”

“Umm… only the first half. They can’t forcibly summon him without the second half.”

“But he’ll still hear it when they try.  There’s going to be so many teenage girls trying to summon him once they read this… it will drive him insane!”

I scraped the bottom of my bowl with my spoon, but it was empty. “I realize that. It was the point of writing it… I think. I was really, REALLY drunk when I wrote this.”

Baph finally broke. She laughed, so hard that she fell out of her chair and rolled around on the floor. I let her go on, having time to do the dishes and put away the leftovers before she finally calmed down.

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[quillandinkwell]

OHMYGODS I love this so much

[writing-prompt-s]

Beautiful

[felren13]

just read it okay? just read it.

[writing-prompt-s]

I pity the people who left Tumblr for now they are missing out on great content like this. Thank you @screamingatanemptyroom for writing this story!

[mochasandbooks]

This is fucking incredible and so worth the read

[awed-frog]

when you’re trying to write and your last two functioning brain cells start yelling at each other

[itstartswithablankpage-deactiva]

It’s official. Chidi Aganonye is my writer mood.