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My bookreads so far:

#The invisible man by H. G. Wells

2021:

#It ends with us by Colleen Hoover

#Hot British Boyfriend by Kristy Boyce

#We were liars by E.Lockhart

#A thousand boy kisses by Tillie Cole

#The Flatshare by Beth OLeary

2022:

#Then she was gone by Lisa Jewell

#The love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

#The summer I turned pretty by Jenny Han

# Verity by Colleen Hoover

#The spanish love deception by Elena Armas

#reminders of him by colleen hoover

2023:

#what i like about you by Marisa Kanter

#The folk of the air trilogy

#American queen by Sierra Simone

#It starts with us by Colleen Hoover

#The hating game by Sally Thorne

#The stolen heir by Holly Black

#Paper princess by Erin Watt

#Broken prince by Erin Watt

#the upside of falling by Alex Light

#better than movies

#playing with fire by L.J.

#top secret

#the unhoneymooners

#the bully by penelope douglas

#red white and royal blue- half

#from blood and ash

#the zodiac academy (awakening)

#you say it first

#it happened one summer by tessa bailey

#hook,line and sinker

#people we meet on vacation

#as if on cue by Marisa Kanter

#anna and the french kiss

#Credence

#zodiac academy series till book no. 8

#the roommates

#love at first spite

#love on the brain

2024:

#the emergency contact-half

#fielf notes on love .. I LIKED THE BOOK (11/02/24)

#american room experiment.. ok-ish

# fix her up by tessa bailey .. not my type

# the cheat sheet by sarah adams .. nice

#the beach read by emily henry- 9.8/10 i felt things (10/02/24)

#dance of thieves

#kingdom of flesh and fire by Jennifer armount

#the crown of gilded bones - half

#a good girl's guide to murder

#the risk BRIAR U 2

#book lovers by emily henry

#the soulmate equation by Christina Lauren

#love and gelato

#lessons in chemistry(sep 24)

#good girl,bad blood (oct 2024)

#last chance books

#to hate adam connor( oct, very shitty book)

#you deserve each other (3/4th)

#shipped

2025:

#this times it's real

#zodiac academy last part

#perks of being a wallflower

#stel.reads

the-wanderers-plight

I've been taught to hate, i've been taught to love. However my most wretched rival remains my reflection. i may be a mosaic of all that i've loved but i, apiece, am not one of them. i could mourn the sun, could yearn for the moon, but end of day, i'd look up at the stars and all i can think of is you. i've loved the sea; the water my mother, as i drown in the memories of you tonight however, i fear i'm being suffocated, oh lover. My pick of poison, my darling sinner; how you've let me drown. I could pretend i didn't see this coming, but honestly i thought it'd happen sooner.

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There’s this lover in my dreams. I lie with her and watch the light filter in. The colour of the curtains is blue and the colour beyond are shades of pink and blue, but stark red as well. It’s at dawn I dream, I think. The birds start to coo and chirp. I don’t remember it though, because I’m too wrapped up in a love I’ve only dreamt of. The last night I remember with her as well. One room, one bed, (one soul), with loving eyes I look up at her. I sink my teeth into her, teeth aching to feel the wound, to kiss the resulting bruise, to know the colour of her, inside brought out, just to see if she’s real too. She holds me still, carefully and well; her eyes crinkle and she laughs so sweet with her head thrown back, but the blood won’t seep. She doesn’t bleed, and I think I needed the sting to feel. Later she’ll run her fingers through my hair, looking down at me with care, I don’t think I’ll ever be here again. She’s the love of my life, but maybe in the throes of this imagined love I’ll die. Sweetest death ever though, I’d’ve went like the heroes go. I awake to an empty bed, but I feel her phantom touch lying still on the sheets. I glance at myself in the mirror, and there goes she, in the background of my house; my mind, like she’s already made it her home. I think I’d like someone of my own.

inspired by: @sheisamenace

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you could make a religion out of all my mourning / the way i yearn for her eyes meeting mine / the pleasant sigh when her mouth meets mine / the way she loves me without a care / with her hands interwoven in my hair / clenched fist or open palm / i'll love this life, if only for your grace.

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[ this ache of yours, like a purple hue; a bruise that refuses to heal, a heart that continues to bleed. ]

[ You, who was supposed to be with me lifelong, you who've left me as the new day dawns ]

[ I love you like an angry country song, I love you in the park. I've sworn you off, my love, but what is sobriety but drinking in the dark? ]

[ it's blue, blue all around and you've coloured me in shades of you. i've been black and white, without the love of you. my grief's been moulded in colours of yellow, stained with sun, washed over and mellow. ]

[ i don't have a god; don't believe in a saviour. but for you i'll speak one quiet prayer. ]

i love you softly, in the back of my mind. i love you quietly like the onslaught of fall.

[ fallen leaves remind me of you and me, together eternally, or so we hoped to be. ]

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I can no longer differentiate between loving you and mourning you. I have lost you in every sense; every bit of your soul I see in others is slowly decaying. Are you destined to die in every universe? Will you not last in every variation? This is a tale as old as time. I have lost you in every version of this story. That is the ultimate secret I am afraid to admit; to confess. My ugly truth is you; my salvation is you— it is all about you. I fear I am a mirage, and though the illusion is now shattered, I see you in every piece of it. My soul echoes all that's loved me, past or present- and my tragedy lies in the very nostalgia of it all.

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it's rotten work

theo decker/boris pavlikovsky, failed suicide attempt, idiots in love, first kiss, hitmen & assassins, oneshot.

“I know why, I think,” Boris continues. “I think you are coward, Potter.” “I am not afraid of dying.” Theo snaps. Boris stares at him for a moment, small smile unfaltering. “I think you are afraid to live, Potter.” He looks, and looks, and looks. Boris looks at Theo like he sees through Theo. And Theo’s world falls apart a little.

Or, Boris is a hitman Theo's hired. He never shows up (when he's expected.)

read more on ao3

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mckitterick

metamorphesque

this is what it means to be human

Everything, Mary Oliver

The Breathing, Denise Levertov

A Prayer by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

Like a Small Café, That’s Love by Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Mohammad Shaheen)

Having a Coke with You by Frank O’Hara

Eating Together by Li-Young Lee

The Orange by Wendy Cope

The Quiet Machine, Ada Limón

To Go Mad, Paruyr Sevak

Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks by Christopher Citro

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern, Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Peace XVIII, Khalil Gibran

Your Unripe Love, Paruyr Sevak (from “Anthology of Armenian poetry")

Here and Now by Peter Balakian

Ich finde dich (I find you) by Rainer Maria Rilke

The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

Miss you. Would like to take a walk with you. by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

I Want to Write Something So Simply by Mary Oliver

What's Not to Love by Brendan Constantine

Where does such tenderness come from? by Marina Tsvetaeva

You Are Tired (I Think) by E. E. Cummings

Living With the News by W.S.Merwin

What the Living Do by Marie Howe

kaunismies

Happy Simi day!

bonus:

"I promised Kimi that one day I would beat him [at badminton]. We're both getting older. I'm eight years younger than him, so at the latest when he's really old and I'm just a younger old man, I'll beat him in that game." - Seb, 2008

"He said to me that he is gonna beat me when I get older, but so far it hasn't happened." - Kimi, 2021