“Don’t worry, please, please don’t, because worrying might spoil it, because if you worry it might not come true. Somewhere there is something waiting for you, and you can smile a little perhaps now when you are so unhappy, because how well we both know that you will be happy very very very very soon. Somewhere someone is waiting for you, and loves you, and thinks you are beautiful, and it will be so wonderful and so fine, and if you can be patient and wait and never never never never despair, because despair might spoil it, you will come there, someday, and the gates will open and you will pass through, and no one will be able to come in unless you let them, and no one can even see you. Someday, someone, somewhere.”
― Shirley Jackson, Hangsaman (1951)
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Sunday evening, sitting with my silence.
A cup of cocoa mint coffee, an empty bed.
The weight of the book on my chest
feeling more comforting and assuring,
pleasurable even, than that of any man
on top of me.
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So if you love Criminal Minds and Dr Spencer Reid, this is the post for you. If you wish he got the happy ending he deserved, this is the book for you:
Thank me later.
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I never yearned to conquer your world, merely to revel in the torment of its many desperate souls. Now I will become the pit of darkness at the centre of the entire universe, a web into which all the weak, helpless, and vindictive must fall. What more could I wish for?
-- Hell's Heroes, Darren Shan
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@wolfstarmicrofic day 7, prompt: Imaginary
Remus didn’t have many friends growing up. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, really, but after Greyback’s attack his parents had been reluctant to let him play with other children. Remus truthfully hadn’t minded much.
He loved their little cottage on the outskirts of Hay-on-Wye and almost every day his mother took him into the village to comb through the many bookshops and told him to choose something new to read.
In the company of books, Remus was never lonely. He travelled the world from the safety of his bed or their garden, and held long and winding conversation with his imaginary friends. He read about adventures and mysteries and friendship and love and experienced it all without ever leaving his home.
When he was 11 years old he went away to school, and he brought all of his favourite books with him. School opened a new world, the library at Hogwarts a never-ending supply of, quite literally, magical books. It opened up a world of reading to learn, and Remus wanted to learn everything.
But Hogwarts taught him something else, too. For the first time in Remus’ life he spent time with other children. People who were set on becoming his friends and who wouldn’t take no for an answer, even as Remus tried to keep his distance; mindful of the Secret that Professor Dumbledore had instructed him to keep strictly to himself.
But without Remus even being aware of how, the three boys in his year somehow wormed themselves into his life until he couldn’t picture a world without James, Sirius and Peter. The others didn’t quite understand his obsession with books but they never made fun of him for it.
Instead they would ask him to tell them about the things he’d read, and Sirius especially couldn’t get enough. When they went to bed at night, and the others had fallen asleep, Sirius would pad over to Remus’ bed, slip underneath the duvet and curl up against him, hot breath against Remus’ skin as he whispered.
”Tell me a story.”
And Remus did.
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So if you love Criminal Minds and Dr Spencer Reid, this is the post for you. If you wish he got the happy ending he deserved, this is the book for you:
Thank me later.
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I'm screaming my way through chapter 51 of Bloodmarked by Tracy Deon
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH
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