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i am now @tsarsov . smooches !
i am now @tsarsov . smooches !
i am now @tsarsov . smooches !
book recs please... i loved the bluest eye and now i wanna know what kinda books you read. asdfghjkl
helloooooo !! my genre interests are all over the place, so i can’t promise everything i’ve liked will be as profound as toni morrison. nevertheless, all the books i’m gonna list are ones that are interesting in their own special ways. (most are classics that you can’t die without reading, so get to that asap!!)
MACBETH aka my favorite to end all favorites, the metamorphosis by franz kafka, 1984 by george orwell, fahrenheit 451 by ray bradbury, the acotar series by sarah j maas (the writing is no good but the lore is beyond words), THE ENTIRE GRISHA UNIVERSE BY LEIGH BARDUGO (nikolai gang make some noizeee), death of a salesman (read this. read this.) by arthur miller, ANIMAL FARM by george orwell, DEATHLESS by catherynne m valente, THE ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN (you better fucking read this one) by mark twain.
i feel like there is so much that i have yet to tell you to read (because reading is the ULTIMATE form of therapy and escape but is also such a valuable method of introspection and critical education), but this is a rough list of the books that range from fun and gripping YA reads to books that have literally defined my young life and taught me so much more than i could ever imagine having been exposed to without them. i can’t promise you’ll “love” any of these, but that’s not really the point – you can listen to something without loving it; you can learn from something, even if the knowing hurts. good luck on your reading journey and please come back with some book opinions!!! ♥

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finished kos. have emotions. refuse to articulate them.
toni morrison was the single greatest writer of our time and no one can ever come close
the stars tell everything , everything is told by the stars , listen closely : YOU ARE THE ONLY HEIR , FULFILL YOUR DESTINY AMONG THE SKIES .
independent REY SKYWALKER , written by marina .
not to be an oversharer on dash but i’m rlly goin thru it rn and i just ask that u all be patient w me while i do everything slower than u could ever imagine was humanly possible
will be launching my nikolai blog soon... pls like this post if you’d like to be followed there!
OH also this isn’t mutuals only because i’ve neglected to follow almost everyone back so just like and i’ll go thru ur blog if i haven’t done so yet ^_^

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will be launching my nikolai blog soon... pls like this post if you’d like to be followed there!
OH also this isn’t mutuals only because i’ve neglected to follow almost everyone back so just like and i’ll go thru ur blog if i haven’t done so yet ^_^
me, cheering and crying: i finished grisha!!!! i did it!!!
rose: ah ha ha... (side eye).. ah ha ha
excuse the weird url while i move gale over to a sb elsewhere :-)
+ school n work hiatus
❛ You are just a body; to be dumped, disposed of like a carcass, left out for the birds to feed on. ❜ (damar.)
ASK MEME. / SEL. OPEN. / LAMORTS.
IT WAS DARK , the body that crept through the mirror. dark like a shadow , dark like the frame of the silent , shivering windows. it had no discernible features , defined only by the absurdity of its existence , by the physical space that allowed it. slowly , it crawls , not unlike a child , vaguely towards the edge of his bed , growing larger , larger , larger as it nears. with every step there is an evolution , a maturation into man : first there are arms , then hands , then legs , then feet , then spine , then an awful , human bipedalism. the head is what grows last ( and with it a mouth , which opens and closes with the aid of an invisible jawbone , filled with teeth like thorns , sharp and gleaming and full of language ). it speaks only when gale begins to audibly hyperventilate , turning to him with animal - like suddenness. a step closer , a small thud into the furthermost edge of his bed. the body, gale realizes, is blind. why are you afraid ? am i not familiar ? when it speaks , it is underwater , murky and gargled ; the noise is terrible enough to evoke a petrified whimper out of gale , which does not affect the thing’s rhythm whatsoever. you know who i am. we’ve met countless times before. vibrantly and with desperate disagreement does gale shake his head , lips pursed tight in a sort of traumatized spasm. the room shudders. it awaits an answer. the only words he articulates are so broken , so shaken that they remind him of the very first day – the day he emerged from the river , naked and unpunished. “ you aren’t. i do – n’t. ” it laughs , cold and rippling , baring its razor - mouth for the luminescence of the moon’s ray. yes , you do. who am i , gale ? i know who you are. the thing smiles , taking a sudden , sharp left , feeling the frame of gale’s bed with one black , shapeless hand. the house hold its breath. when the mass’s dark hand teeters over the curved edge , it turns again , as if to get nearer to gale’s body. blind. in perfect , terror - stricken silence , gale creeps towards the opposing end of the bed , towards the window and its promise , further away from the ebbing entity that draws closer in reverent perpetuation. he sprints to the glass the second both feet meet the hardwood. it does the same. he’s pinned to the wall before he can even touch the window’s corner. it holds him by the neck , eye to nonexistent eye , heaving with its inhuman strength as it lifts him from the ground. gale writhes , twists and turns and heaves like a deer caught in an impenetrable snare. the air is so thin , his vision so hazy. all at once , he is drowning and at the top of some vast , immovable mountain. all at once , he whines and weeps and the thing , angry as it is , begins to shout. I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. YOU ARE JUST A BODY ; TO BE DUMPED , DISPOSED OF LIKE A CARCASS , LEFT OUT FOR THE BIRDS TO FEED ON. gale can’t see , can’t breathe , can’t stop kicking and gasping and clawing at his neck. its voice only rises , fractioning like glass into the cacophonous screech of a thousand mouths at once. I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. WHO AM I WHO AM I WHOAMIWHOAMIWHOAMIWHOAREYO— with his last , fleeting ounce of strength , gale opens his mouth and attempts to scream. it starts as nothing , only hot , stricken air from the lungs. through it all , his eyes are open , bulging from the sockets , asking to be wrong. THEN : the disappearance. in the blink of an eye , the hand is gone , the air released , the house unfettered. unstopping and without an ounce of morale , gale continues to scream , this time audible , loud and guttural , like a screeching animal still shrouded by night. he does not stop , voice going lower and lower , grating like nails against the throat , dry and splitting like wood. a freed deer , still scarred from the memory of its cage. as suddenly and eerily as it began , the scene ends with a sharp hitch of his breath , a thick gloss over his eyes. in windless anticlimax , gale’s body twists in a breathless dance of the limbs and he falls to the ground , thudding hard and cold onto the hardwood , unconscious and still as the dead.
BOOK STARTERS VOL.6 THE BURIAL AT THEBES SEAMUS HEANEY PT.1
❛ Hurt and humiliation — But this, I can not take. ❜
❛ The walls in there have ears. ❜
❛ This is for your ears only. ❜
❛ What is it? You have me scared. ❜
❛ Whoever isn’t for us, is against us. ❜
❛ You are just a body; to be dumped, disposed of like a carcass, left out for the birds to feed on. ❜
❛ The dead will have to forgive me. ❜
❛ From now on and no matter how your mind may I change, I will not accept your help. ❜
❛ If death comes, so be it. There will be glory in it. ❜
❛ Live, then; and live with your choice. ❜
❛ I am doing what has to be done. ❜
❛ Nothing is going to stop the ones that love you from keeping on loving you. ❜
❛ Worst is the man who has all the good advice, and then because his nerve fails, fails to act in accordance with it, as a leader should. ❜
❛ Only a loony would walk himself into this. ❜
❛ Why do you need such fences and defences? ❜
❛ Enough. Do not anger me. ❜
❛ The gods, you think, will side with the likes of him? ❜
❛ Watch it. You are over stepping. ❜
❛ I warn you. You should keep a civil tongue. ❜
❛ There is no such thing as an oath the can not be broken. ❜
❛ Every now and then, the things you’d hardly let yourself imagine, actually happen. ❜
❛ And you stand over this? This is the truth? ❜
❛ The bigger the resistance, the bigger the collapse. ❜
❛ Iron that’s forged the hardest, snaps the quickest. ❜
❛ Even the wildest horses come to heel when they are reined & bitted right. ❜
❛ That’s how guilt affects some people. They break and everything comes out. ❜
❛ Will it be enough for you? To see me executed? ❜
❛ So you know something no one else knows? ❜
❛ They know it too. They are just too afraid to say it. ❜
❛ If you die, how will I keep on living? ❜

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anyway female madness/anger n the monstrous feminine is a popular and recurring trope on this site but theres so much to it... theres SO much to it....
plot with me
plot with me