@projectliterature event 01: 2020 releases — a song of wraiths and ruin — First, a story ends when it ends, and not a moment before. If you are unhappy with this ending, make a new one. (insp.)

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@projectliterature event 01: 2020 releases — a song of wraiths and ruin — First, a story ends when it ends, and not a moment before. If you are unhappy with this ending, make a new one. (insp.)
@dailyaoc event 03: retellings — the magnolia sword: a ballad of mulan
“At deception he means. Perhaps I am better than some, but every woman has a great deal of experience presenting herself as someone other than who she is, since no girl is ever everything the world wants her to be.”
@lit-society book fair 5: chills & thrills — cemetery boys by aiden thomas
but belonging meant denying who he was. living as something he wasn’t had nearly torn him part from the inside out. but he also loved his family, and his community. it was bad enough being an outsider; what would happen if they just couldn’t — or wouldn’t —accept him for who he was?”
She’s bi. She’s overly sensitive. She’s a big dummy. She can’t drive. She’s me!
just like alex claremont diaz, i too have a flair for dramatics and didn’t realize I wasn’t straight until I was confronted with the fact that convincing myself that I was straight was not something that straight people do
CLICK FOR HD - if books by authors of color dominated netflix part two [i do not know any of these images and netflix obviously]
@projectliterature event 02: underappreciated — cemetery boys
He didn’t deserve death. He didn’t deserve any of this. Julian had quite literally died protecting his friends. And Yadriel was quite certain he didn’t deserve Julian. There was no reason for Julian to help him find Miguel, but he did it anyway, and there was no way Yadriel could ever repay him. He gave everything away and expected nothing in return. Yadriel’s heart ached. No, none of them deserved Julian Diaz.
@projectliterature event 01 : 2020 releases — star daughter stars were born; stars died. a sun blinked out; a black hole loomed. below, in the mortal realm, a queen conquered; a fool felled a king. an artist painted; an assassin slew. how fast, how brief, these mortal lives. a twinkle of a star’s lifespan.
@lit-society book fair 4: on campus ― felix ever after
↳ i have the same right to be here. i have the same right to exist.
pretty much all girls.
for @wingday ♡
I don’t have sob stories like all of you.
— adapted from p.s.
books read in 2020: darius the great is not okay
we have a saying in farsi. it translates to ‘your place was empty’. we say it when we miss somebody. your place was empty before. but you belong here.
✧ @booksociety’s Back to School Event: The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang.
was she now a g o d e s s or a m o n s t e r ? perhaps neither. perhaps both.
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25 sunbeam style texture images in varying golden, black, white, and beige tones.
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Books I’ve Read ⟶ Spin the Dawn- Elizabeth Lim
Above, the stars faded behind the misty sky, and the sun fanned its light upon us. We melted into each other until the dawn slid into dusk, and the sun paled into the moon, and the stars, once lost, became found again.
THE FIERY HEART by Richelle Mead
What is truth? Scholars seek it. Poets write it. Good kings pay gold to hear it. But in trying times, truth is the first thing we betray.
Truth? Why, it’s a lie in disguise.
Descendant of the Crane by Joan He