"it doesn't matter. I have books, new books, and I can bear anything as long as there are books."
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Daughter of the Deep
Nelinha: You don't want Ana to die
Nelinha: And I don't want Ana to die
Nelinha: so now we gotta make sure that Ana doesn't want Ana to die
Gemini: Fantastic plan but have you met Ana?
i am soooooooo obsessed with ana dakkar. every five seconds she goes "i hope this thing explodes in his face" "i hope he stabs himself with the needle" "i hope he drowns" she has NO shame i love her
That’s the thing about being an adult standing beside your childhood race car bed. Time collapses, and instead of the version of you you’ve built from scratch, you’re all the hackneyed drafts that came before, all at once.
[Book Lovers by Emily Henry]
Get yourself a person who doesn't feel insecure about you being very busy and doesn't feel scared about you having teeth and instead asks you to be their shark, who loves you enough to not convince you for a life you need to compromise for and instead urges you to live your dreams.
I blame Holly Black because now I'm attached to a power seeking killer and an attention deprived alcoholic with a tail
aru shah being a pathological liar is so funny to me honestly protagonists should lie more😭😭
Aru: I don’t know how to tell them that without hurting their feelings. Brynne: Punch them. In the face. Straight hit.
Aru: What? No! Brynne: You said, “without hurting their feelings.” Punch them in the face. Their feelings aren’t hurt. Aru:... Brynne: Face might be, though.
Aru: You guys, this is nuts. This morning, I found a lottery ticket on the ground outside the museum, I scratched it off, and I won $18.000!
Mini: Wow! That's amazing!
Rudy: Better luck next time.
Everyone: ....
Rudy: Yes, sorry, from context, I see that is actually a large sum of money.
Incorrect quotes #015
he’s. he’s singing about her. HE’S SINGING ABOUT HER
Reminder that aru shah is an underrated series that is just as good if not better than pjo with genuine rep and meaningful relationships and fantastic writing and a fabulous plot and such wonderful world building and roshani chokshi deserves more credit for what she has created
Four years ago, I picked up a copy of Aru Shah and the End of Time in my middle school library. I had just found out about Rick Riordan Presents and I was thrilled to discover a series about Hindu Mythology.
For the next three years, I would follow Aru as she laughed and cried and learned, and I would revel in the knowledge that there was a character who looked like me. And she was a hero heroine.
Aru had the same skin color as me. She ate the same food as me. She had the same experiences as me. In a way, she was me.
One year ago, April 14th, I went to one of Roshani Chokshi's virtual book tours, the one she held with Rick Riordan. I was ecstatic. That night, I met two of my biggest inspirations, even if they didn't meet me.
Then a few days later I received my signed copy of Aru Shah and the City of Gold. I read it all in one night and screamed so loud my parents had to tell me to shut up. I couldn't wait for the final installment.
Today I clicked download on my library's digital copy of Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality. I read it in one sitting, in the middle of my 10th grade English class. And when I finally reached the end of a four year long journey, I cried.
And so today I said goodbye to Aru. To Mini and Brynne and Aiden and Rudy and Sheela and Nikita and Boo and even Kara, who I partially despised for most of last year.
I also said thank you to Roshani Chokshi, because I found myself in her writing. Because I found myself in her.
At ten years old, I entered Aru's world. Today, at fourteen, I'm leaving it behind.
“And remember: the sky is the limit! You can be anything you want to be!”
“Thank you. I want to be a secretary.”
That stopped them short. “What?”
“A secretary,” she repeated.
“But…” they trailed off, dumbfounded. “Why? You could be a CEO, a scientist, a law–”
“I don’t want to be a CEO,” she said. “I want to be a secretary.”
rivals to lovers where the girl thinks they’re mortal enemies and the guy thinks they’re just flirting
bitches will be like “my ot3 💕💕” and it’s a woman who could murder them, a guy who hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in six years, and another guy who almost got both of the other two murdered. it’s me i’m bitches
In 2006 a high school English teacher asked students to write a famous author and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut was the only one to respond - and his response is magnificent: “Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:
I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.
What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.
Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.
Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?
Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.
God bless you all!
Kurt Vonnegut
Nimbus Publishing and Vagrant Press Goose Lane Editions Breakwater Books Ltd. The Acorn Press Bouton d'or Acadie Canada Council for the Arts | Conseil des arts du Canada
I don’t have casual obsessions, I have all consuming fixations that send me into a downward spiral to hell
chloe gong really just said “enemies to lovers is about looking someone in the eye and knowing all the darkest parts of them and knowing they know all the darkest parts of you and having a mutual respect and admiration for the other but being too unwilling to admit it and walking away because you love them too much to hurt them but not enough to give up your world for them and hoping that they find someone they deserve in the end” and expected me to walk away okay
Juliette Cai x Jude Duarte headcanons
Them comparing their knives and daggers and giving each other advice on how to be better at murdering people.
Juliette giving Jude fashion advice because Juliette's outfits are on point🤌🏻
Jude telling Juliette how to better hide a dead body
They both would definitely talk about their husbands and the stupid things they have done
Juliette: I once held Roma to knifepoint.
Jude: Weak! I held Cardan to knifepoint and then proceeded to make out with him.
Juliette: I faked the death of Roma's bestfriend to save the city
Jude: I straight up killed Cardan's best friend and hid his body in my murderer step-dad's estate.
Jude: Cardan threw me in the river because he didn't know how to handle a crush
Juliette: Roma shot at me in a theater full of people and then hurt himself in the process. I had to save myself and bandage up the idiot🤦🏻♀️
Jude: Gurll?? Are you sure he is the one?
Jude: Cardan has a tail!!
Juliette: No way! Does it wag when he gets excited to see you?
And Roma and Cardan would be standing in the corner looking at their wives in awe and being utterly grateful that these godesses haven't left them.
when you practice kindness and i mean seriously, consciously choose it over and over again, it shows. that kind of selfless love etches itself into your laugh lines, steeps like a teabag until your words are inherently graceful. sometimes we spit out that choice through gritted teeth, but late at night when time stands still, the universe kisses your eyelids and promises you twice the love in return.
I love fandoms, we’re all just overly emotionally invested in people that don’t actually exist and like none of us are stable
You ever think about how they made the minions immortal so that they wouldn’t have to explain how they reproduce
Folk of the air spoiler
Cardan when he found out his eldest brother was dead :
ah yes, the girl with the knife and the morally gray boy who hates everyone but the girl with the knife, trope
Rowan Whitethorn: Where is Aelin? Where is my wife?
Cardan Greenbriar: This is my room. And that is my wife.
Reid Diggory: You are my wife now.
Thomas Cresswell: My best friend, the absolute love of my life, now until forevermore, I call you my wife.
Casteel Da’Neer: She is my wife.
Desmond Flynn: Years I have waited for this, anticipated it. My wife.
Rhysand: Though also calling you my wife sounds mighty appealing too.
Me:
You must be fooling yourself if you don’t think your morally-grey love interest doesn’t lay on the chest of the individual they love. You’re going to tell me that it’s always Poppy laying on Casteel’s chest? That Rhys doesn’t seek that sort of comfort with Feyre? Cardan not crawling over Jude to get her attention and just lying there soaking up the fact that she’s his wife? I don’t believe it for a minute.
I'd like to thank Holly Black for finally proving that if you want to write a romance between a human teenage girl and an immortal magic man properly, the girl has to be feral. None of this "she's an angel, she's his morality" nonsense, she has to be unhinged and ready to kill a man. Otherwise it's just creepy and weird.