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I want to survive this world that keeps trying to destroy me.

》 Sympathy is common. Knowing the exact shape of the hole someone’s loss leaves in your heart is rare.

Kifah Darwish, sworn of Nine to the great Calipha Ghada bint Jund of Pelusia, south of the realm.

-Girls of Paper and Fire, Natasha Ngan

@booksofcolornet's august event: [favorite books] ↳ bloodwitch

all time low - satellite

Neither one of us said a word, but our eyes met. And I mouthed you suck. And he whispered back with his pale pink mouth, you suck more. There was another sigh, but it sounded even more resigned. “My eyes work. I can read your lips. Both of them.” I didn’t ignore Coach Lee, but all I’d promised was not to say anything. So I didn’t worry about it when I moved my lips at Ivan again. Eat shit. His tongue tapped at the inside of his cheek. Then he opened his mouth. I’m looking at it. “Whatever we have to do to make this work, remember?” Coach Lee emphasized, obviously still watching us. Ivan and I were both staring at each other as we muttered, “Uh-huh.”

@booksofcolornet's august event: [favorite books] ↳ mirage