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for those who feel homesick for a place they’ve never been to. those who seek even if they do not know what (or where) it is that they are seeking. those who seek will find. their doors have been waiting for them.
INEJ GHAFA.
❝ she was not a lynx or a spider or even the wraith. she was inej ghafa, and her future was waiting above. ❞
@fictionnet event 08: favourite book | @librarysource event 04: nostalgic reads → little women by louisa may alcott
be still, sad heart! and cease repining, behind the clouds is the sun still shining; thy fate is the common fate of all — into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary.
ONE LAST STOP, by casey mcquiston
...she reminded me who i was. she had soft lips and green eyes and a body that wouldn’t quit.” august elbows her, jane smiles.
@fictionnet event 04 - parallels.
➤ the leading women of taylor jenkin-reids novels; the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, daisy jones & the six, malibu rising.
“It’s always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and false, how people can be good and bad all in one, how someone can love you in a way that is beautifully selfless while serving themselves ruthlessly.”
@chaptersnet event vi: rereads — vicious by v.e. schwab
someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.
So cruel were the whims of history.
@chaptersnet event ii: dark academia – if we were villains, by m.l. rio
“for us, everything was a performance.” a small, private smile catches me off guard and i glance down, hoping he won’t see it. “everything poetic.”