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BOOKS I READ IN 2021 : Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

[onesecondbeforesunset]

People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is 'you're safe with me'- that's intimacy.

Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

[bedtmestories]

I think once people know the truth they will be much more interested in my wife.

Evelyn Hugo.

[prrcyjacksons]

“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]

[dark-academic-dead-poet]

[The Love Hypothesis, by: Ali Hazelwood, aesthetic]

"carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man."

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

"You can fall in love: someone will catch you."

"You kiss him and next thing you know he's saving your ass and he's buying you scones and calling you a smart-ass in a weirdly affectionate tone"

"She would have loved to run to the edge of campus and scream into the void until modern civilization collapsed, but that wasn’t exactly a pressing matter."

"God, she had forced a married man, a father, to kiss her. Now people thought that he was having an affair. His wife was probably crying into her pillow. His kids would grow up with horrible daddy issues and become serial killers."

"his calm acceptance of her anxiety relaxed her"

[dominik528]

Adam Driver & Daisy Ridley as Kylo Ren/Ben Solo & Rey in The Rise of Skywalker (2019) / Cover art for The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood 

[cortland]

@booksociety’s All By Myself Event: The Book Thief

She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers…She did not say goodbye.

[swaewrites]

words that hit my soul harder than any other:

Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. Thank you for teaching me how to read. No one can play like you. I’ll never drink champagne. No one can play like you.

- The Book Thief, Markus Zusak

if you can’t tell i just read the book thief and it ruined me more than any other piece of media has in my entire life

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the book thief ; lockscreens

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[allfathers]

get to know me meme: favourite books [6/10] — the book thief (2005) by markus zusak

I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn’t already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race—that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant. None of those things, however, came out of my mouth.

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“What is this, Kazi? I knew what he meant. This. What was this between us? Just what game were we playing? I had wondered too. Because now our kisses were filled with pauses, our gazes filled with more questions instead of fewer. I don’t know, Jase. What do you feel? Your lips, your hands, your heartbeat. No, Kazi, in here, what do you feel in here? His finger stroked a line down the center of my chest. I felt an ache pressing within. A need I couldn’t name. I don’t know. I didn’t want to know. Let me taste your mouth, I whispered. Don’t make me think.” ― Mary E. Pearson, Dance of Thieves

[darlingnovels]

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— Mary E. Pearson, Dance of thieves.

[w0rship22]

—— I Just read Dance Of Thieves, this is what it felt like .

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A long time ago, Roma had told Juliette that her anger was like a cold diamond. It was something she could swallow smoothly, something to be placed upon other people, gliding along their skin in glitter and glamour before they realized far too late that the diamond had sliced them into pieces. He had admired her for it. Mostly because his own anger was the precise opposite—an uncontrollable wave of fire that knew no subtlety. — these violent delights by @chloegong

[lanzhans]

THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS, by @chloegong

“those who do not care, those who are violent, those who delight in that which is terrible”—marshall shrugged, waving his hands about as he chose the right words—“they thrive. they come outside.”