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the stoic teenager to being on the verge of tears anytime something slightly inconvenient happens adult pipeline is very real
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someone said we had more fun in childhood because we didnt have any past memories to linger on and it has stuck with me ever since
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When Mary Shelly wrote "I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other" god I really felt that
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Watching a soft person come out of a family of insensitive and hard hearted people is like watching a little beam of sunshine come out on the rainiest days.No one ever actually moved the clouds for them,no one ever taught them kindness,it was a choice,one that they made every day.They didn’t just survive the bad days,they came out of it as a softer person.It’s not like the issues didn’t effect them,and it’s not like they didn’t cry rivers over it,but they knew better than to continue the cycle of pain and sadness.
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i will forever cry over how robin lost ramy and griffin after both of them saved him. only for him not to be able to continue life. because the grief was greater than he could bear. the pain was too much for him to think of the life after the strike. after all he did in the spirit of his late brother and dearest friend.
i will forever cry over robin letting victoire go. i simply couldn't find the words to describe the bond that they had. it was meant to be. victoire was the voice of reason between the two and robin just couldn't get through all of it, not without griffin and ramy. she made up her mind and so did he and it was hurtful to witness this two souls make peace with their choices. im going insane over this.
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babel by rf kuang dunked on the british empire so hard that the queen had no choice but to take the L
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Can I mention the brilliance the RF Kuang did with Robin Swift’s name? No, not “Robin Swift,” but his original one.
We’ll never know what his original name was. I was waiting, all 500+ pages, and on the last one with Robin’s POV, we get nothing.
But he gets his name back. After all his suffering, I’m inclined to believe that he deserves it.
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“…That they were all four of them drowning in the unfamiliar, and they saw in each other a raft, and clinging to one another was the only way to stay afloat.”
― R.F. Kuang, Babel: An Arcane History
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girl are you okay? you’ve been consuming so much media lately that you haven’t allowed yourself to feel one single human emotion for months
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Pippa Fitz Amobi, Frances Janvier and Alice Sun would be best friends idk what to tell you
#agggtm#if you could see the sun#radio silence#pippa fitz amobi headers#pipravi#frances janvier#alice oseman#alice sun
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it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
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It's been raining all day. I'm not old yet but I'm not young either- stranded in a limbo of young adult. All my friends are cities away, and I'm wondering who I am. My friends are photos and texts. My friends are video calls on Friday nights, most anyways. My friends are one call away but my bones remember the miles between us, hundreds- even thousands. I'm not old yet, but my shoulders bear the weight of countless goodbyes. I'm not young either. I can place a call but I stare at the rain. I can send a text but I write a stupid poem.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned
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Pippa "taking care of me is rotten work" Fitz-amobi and
Ravi "not to me. Not if it's you" Singh.
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