the poppy war, by r.f. kuang
when man begins to think that he is responsible for writing the script of the world, he forgets the forces that dream up our reality.
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the poppy war, by r.f. kuang
when man begins to think that he is responsible for writing the script of the world, he forgets the forces that dream up our reality.
dedicated to @ouyangs ♡
@storyseekers event 17: art in books — heartstopper by alice oseman
“There's this idea that if you're not straight, you have to tell all your family and friends immediately, like you owe it to them. But you don't. You don't have to do anything until you're ready.”
the day reina mori was born there had been a fire blazing nearby.
cemetery boys + character archetypes [1/3]
a stormy boy who seemed most comfortable in chaos. insp.
the poppy war, by r.f. kuang
war was not a game, where one fought for honor and admiration, where masters would keep her from sustaining any real harm. war was a nightmare.
@storyseekers event 21: minimalist — iron widow by @xiranjayzhao
“How do you take the fight out of half the population and render them willing slaves? You tell them they're meant to do nothing but serve from the minute they're born. You tell them they're weak. You tell them they're prey. You tell them over and over, until it's the only truth they're capable of living.”
the girls i’ve been, by tess sharpe
i’ve danced way too long on tilted ground. i don’t know what to do with myself when i’m on something steady.
IN LIBRAS LIBERTAS june book club pick. these violent delights by micah nemerever
i always think of a passage from the symposium, this allegory about people who started off as two halves of a whole, but then something cut them apart, and they spend their whole lives looking for their other half so they can fit themselves back together. and that's how it feels, it hurts, it's like i lost you before i was born.