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Book that was good: I liked it 👍
Book that was bad: this sucked 👎
Book that I wanted to like but which failed to live up to my hopes: I am going to write 10,000+ words explaining exactly why this book wronged me
“All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed … No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.” ― Eugene Field, The Love Affairs of a Bibliomaniac
Read the quotes of a post that said best ways you broke no contact and I thought you. The gentle reminder we keep breaking no contact. After years. The last time we talked it was 3 years ago and I broke first wishing we’d be able to be friends and dance in bars on tables and get drunk. The reality is we’re no contact again and I get it.
Just cause I get it doesn’t mean it doesn’t have to hurt
My biggest problem is that I won’t say no when I should. I’m always available and always on.
I never think of you in the middle of the day, it’s in the quiet moments between responsibilities that I wonder how you are?
I really hope you miss you me
who am i without the curse of getting abandoned by the people i love the most.
I wasn’t in your neighborhood, but I wish I was
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Dvidow-Goodman written c. 1950, featured in The Collected Letters
“Kill the part of you that believes it can’t survive without someone else.”
— Sade Andria Zabala, War Songs
If the world ever feels too heavy, find me. Find me, and let me love the sadness right out of you.
I think I need one more drinks so could write the love scene.
One more drink and I could dream in the colors bright enough to write the scene so filled with love I would stop thinking about it for a the weekend