- big deal — lucy dacus
- pushing it down and praying — lizzy mcalpine
- zaalima — arjit singh
- inbred — ethel cain
- the winner takes it all — maryl streep
- some protector — role model
- sour breath — julien baker
- the alcott — the national
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- things that define me: letters, newspapers, rural coming of ages, onions, the colour purple, ww1 stories, morbid interest in dark academia mediums, lucy dacus
- solid facts: 18, desi, estp
- permanently living in a day in the life of anne shirley au
- insane beautiful funny
- bcj kin
- always Fond of insane women i.e ianthe tridentarius, misty quigley, alicent hightower, bellatrix black, fang runin
- permant resident of the following ao3 tags (angst, hurt comfort, unrequited requited love, relegious symbolism, internalized homophobia, comphet, slowburn)
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- summerland
- stand by me
- mona lisa smile
- my old ass
- anne of green gables the sequel
- maurice
- bottoms
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- books !! read 6 books this month starting with a reread of tlt . i dont have any updated comments except the fact that i am more in love with ianthe tridentarius than i have ever been in life. this note is also on every one of my goodreads reviews: oh kiriona gaia im sorry i wasnt your mother. then one of my most anticipated drops of the year, sunrise on the reaping !! which did not disappoint a bit. came out of it with full body shivers my poor fetus son haymitch abernathy :(. then i had sudden desire to reread one of my childhood favourites: the emily of new moon series which unfortunately did kind of fall short? i was looking for this cozy book to cure my homesickness but some of them (especially the last) was so much more depressing than i ever realized. honestly being in that age and mindset and having those choices to choose from myself it low...
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- i do a lot of washing. i wash everything. if only i could get this clean once, before i die. – Margaret Atwood, Aging Female Poet on Laundry Day
- was Adam injured, was he bored with Ronan, did he prefer the company of his urbane new friends, calm down, Ronan, stop being needy, Ronan, get yourself together, Ronan, you're always the car crash, Ronan. – Maggie Stiefvater, Mister Impossible
- 9 degrees in New York. God it's cold. Who am I supposed to miss if i don't miss you anymore? –
- What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age – The Diaries of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath
- You touch my face with forgiveness and I burn with a thing I still have no name for. – Smoking the Bible, Chris Albani
jan 21 2025 ∞
may 13 2025 +
- the miseducation of cameron post by emily m. danforth
- in memoriam by alice winn
- babel by r.f kuang
- fingersmith by sarah waters
- the six deaths of the saint by alex e. harrow
- the handmaiden by margaret atwood
- maurice by e.m forster
- crush by richard siken
- music from another world by robin talley
- summer sons by lee mandelo
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- car rides and the bruised balm of the setting seventh day of dawn a question that's more a caress than anything that comes before she asks me what is it like to be this achingly young? i have; my heart at my feet and a need to be undone. do you posess it? a longing for something that ends with you in a grave repurposed she says no she says it does not go that way she says– but this is not that story not yet in this one the doors slam close and i exist in the year where i have never known her face in this one i bear the mosquito bites because her looking at me more than once was enough to soothe the stinging ache in this one i could stand the sight of her only in the cavalier dark, fifteen with the price of leaving but in the aging ever car rides i know the shadow of her want. fuel changes abide by laws she changes the tires with bruising hands and...
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- i dream of us eating pizza in a cramped booth and i can still taste the stifled air of it all and picture the way you leaned in eyes glinting in the neon light hand cupped around my ear have your words ever been so soft as when they warmed the tip of my ear breath frosting the overhead mirror i have always been seventeen and yet simultaneously never before you meet my eyes in a crowded parkinglot and i have never looked away faster you met my eyes then too but i took my time holding your gaze and you had not yet said you did not deem me worthy of it i cut my hair one wednesday morning and the shears had not come down sooner than your beloved conciousness in my weary mind it has been wednesday ever since i have stopped existing in the year where you took my hand and just stepped foot into a january where i have never known your face
jan 23 2025 ∞
mar 2 2025 +
- ankles//lucy dacus
- lovers//anna of the north
- house song//searows
- kabira//pritam
- call your mom//noah kahan
- let down//radiohead
- summer song//remy bond
- don't delete the kisses//wolf alice
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