A few hours at home and the Telegraph Club seemed more like a fantasy than a real thing. This troubled her. It felt as if someone had taken an eraser to her memory - to her very self - and rubbed at it, then blown away the remains.
Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo
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worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean
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ok what’s your florence + the machine song. mine is rabbit heart (raise it up)<3
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If this whole thing ended, and there were only two pilots left up in the air, it'd be me and it'd be you, Buck.
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How many times had he turned to her and said, Come with me? He'd promised her miracles and horrors too, and he'd delivered.
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“I don't believe in anything that supposes
it knows me better than I know myself.”
― gina chen, violet made of thorns
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@lgbtqcreators creator challenge: literature, media from asia, gradient, magenta
he loves her. of this he’s certain. he loves her laugh; that sharp, sudden sound; the cynical laugh that always comes too quick, like it’s ripped out of her. he loves her quick, confident grin. he loves her resilience, her bravery, even her impulsiveness. she’s everything he’s not: unbound, reckless, free. he’s never known anyone like her. she terrifies him, and he loves her so much it hurts.
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@paletmblr event xxx: period dramas
little women by louisa may alcott
"i've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether i can unlock the door remains to be seen"
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@booksociety’s with love, hoarders event: the brothers karamazov by fyodor dostoevsky
“you will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again. and i will wait for you”
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