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dear god the sheer magic of being so invested in a book you just sit and read half of it feverishly without any ability to stop, just gulping down word after word like it’s water in a desert and your eyes aren’t fast enough for your mind and when you reach the last page you look up and realize you’re not decades and miles away but in the space of your own room,,,, truly unmatched by any other human experience

Introverts show love differently and if you don't write this right it reads as coldness. They don't fill space with words. They show up. They remember the thing you said four months ago and they bring it up now. They send you something without explanation. They sit with you without needing to talk. The extrovert in the room says i love you loudly and often. The introvert rearranges their whole day because you need them to. Write both as love. Just write them as different languages of the same thing.

Your enemies to lovers arc lives or dies on one question: what did they actually lose because of each other before they gained anything. If nobody's pride, trust, or safety took a real hit, the "enemies" part is cosplay. Make the hatred cost something first.

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I'm not 100% sure what I'm doing with my life but what I do know for sure is that as long as I continue to be kind and I continue to love and as long as I am capable of noticing beautiful things then I'll be okay

when a man can't hold a conversation without making it sexual 🚩🚩🚩