#nw.

thank you to everyone who applied! a lot of rlly cool people applied and it was really hard picking members for the bookclub but after a long wait, here we are! big thanks to @naeshiem for helping me out <3

@alekzandermorozova // @nikolai-lantsov // @ohvaltersen // @matsboyd @allisonreynolds // @thecorvusrex // @brvkker // @bsargent // @fjrebolt @adxmprrish // @parrishi // @softgods // @bluuesargent // @aethemis @reneeswalkers // @klldarlings // @apolymi // @ohhenrywinter // @jesprefahey @williamherxndale // @andreil // @flowersparrish // @hauntingmoon

what to do next:

submit an icon, your name, pronouns, and a very short description of yourself (or a quote) [here] for the members page (coming soon)

accept the friend request from [me] so i can add you to the group on goodreads

(if you haven’t received a friend request from me by the end of today then please let me know!)

sometime soon you should also receive a request to join the sideblog

once you’re in the goodreads group please vote in the poll for this month’s book

i apologise for the wait, and i understand if any of you can’t get your hands on whatever book we decide on

Whenever I have nightmares they seem to cycle around the same concept. My mother is often crying. A lot of the time, so am I. I’ve awakened from these terrors more times than I can count with my cheeks and pillowcase soaked, and a headache that lasts through the day. This time, though, you’re new.

You’re new in the waking world, too, of course. It feels like it’s been eons since I met you, since I first learned of your existence and decided I’ll never be the same. You’ve reached into the darkest depths of my psyche with your beautiful hands and managed to extricate the most withered and odious facets that make up the person I am today, the person laying in the bed next to you as you sleep on your side with your arm slung over my waist. And you’ve done it in no time flat.

I think you’re a miracle worker, you see, because not one other being on this earth has managed to so quickly delve into my secrets, or to come out still wanting me around. It’s not that you’re unscathed, but that you’re unshaken, and when you tell me that I’m beautiful, I can’t possibly help but agree. When you kiss every inch of my body, when your hands move over my skin, when your eyes lock onto mine and your breath becomes my breath and our heartbeats sync, I can’t possibly help but agree.

And I know, I know, I’m no fool- there are parts of you, too, which I have yet to uncover. I catch a glimpse of them when I say certain things, touch you certain ways. They’re buried deep and you’re too proud to let them out. But please know that for as much as I am forgetful and impulsive and foolhardy and proud, I have the utmost patience for you, for you, and I’ll prove it to you a thousand times over.