every sapphic book i love → hani and ishu's guide to fake dating by adiba jaigirdar
she smiles so rarely that each one–the genuine ones that light up her entire being–feels like a gift. like something private she has only reserved for me.
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every sapphic book i love → hani and ishu's guide to fake dating by adiba jaigirdar
she smiles so rarely that each one–the genuine ones that light up her entire being–feels like a gift. like something private she has only reserved for me.
tea time reads book club august pick → portrait of a thief by grace d. li
they had all come here for different reasons. they had all chosen to stay. he had spent so many years thinking that nothing good could ever last, but—maybe this could. his crew was here, had chosen this and him and a future that felt out of a dream.
“thanks,” adam said. it wasn’t quite the right thing to say, but it wasn’t entirely wrong, either.
RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE as a netflix original series (insp.)
But the truth is, also, simply this: love is indomitable. (x)
this is how you lose the time war — amal el-mohtar & max gladstone
@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.”
@storyseekers event 17: art in books — heartstopper by @aliceoseman
how did you realize you're gay?
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@storyseekers event 18: 2021 debuts BOOKS READ IN 2021 ➵ ACE OF SPADES BY FARIDAH ÀBÍKÉ-ÍYÍMÍDÉ (★★★★★)
No matter what I do, no matter how much I iron down the hair that springs from my scalp, or work as hard as I can, I’m always going to be other to them. Not good enough for this place I’ve tried to call home all my life.