me 5 pages into acotar: hey feyre can you shoot the fucking wolf already

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me 5 pages into acotar: hey feyre can you shoot the fucking wolf already
#mood
“We can accept an imperfect dad, but people absolutely don’t accept those same failings in mothers”
This movie DESTROYED me.
I'm just in a shitty mood. I need to be and there's nothing wrong with it for a little. 👏🏻
“You don’t understand. Don’t you see? Nobody understands. When a woman makes the choice to marry and have children, in one way her life begins, but in another way it stops. You build a life of details and you just… stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them. You’re expected to move on again, but you don’t even remember what it was that moved you, because nobody has asked in so long. Not even yourself. You never think… you never think love like this is going to happen to you. […] Now, I want to keep it forever. I want to love you the way I do now, for the rest of my life. But if we leave, we lose it. And I can’t make an entire life disappear to start a new one. All I can do is try to hold onto to both of us, somewhere inside of me. You…you have to help me.” Francesca (Meryl Steep), ‘The Bridges of Madison County’
There are moments I still believe it should have been you.
You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it.
I did not need to be called out like that after 4 hours of sleep. Thanks.
“If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you” holy SHIT
tomorrow will be better and if it’s not I’ll say it again
I chose and my world was shaken.
So what?
The choice may have been mistaken,
The choosing was not.
I thought I was Leslie. I AM BEN.
the uncanny valley between “this academic article doesn’t make sense because i’m an idiot” and “this academic article doesn’t make sense because the author is an idiot”
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Yes. This!!!
It's only taken me a billion years to understand... but he's the Laurie to my Jo. And I wish I'd known it sooner.
WHY I AM ALWAYS JO