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222mirrorballs · 2 years
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Writer In The Dark, Lorde / Lady Bird (2017) / For One More Day, Mitch Albom / If My Body Could Speak, Blythe Baird / Killing Eve (2018-2022) / Poplar Street, Chen Chen / Class of 2013, Mitski / Black Swan (2010) / Take Care: Mothers, Daughters, and Inheriting Self-Hatred, Ella Wilson / How to Wear your Mothers Lipstick, Warsan Shire
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typewriter-worries · 9 months
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what seems like forever ago, @geryone so kindly tagged me and asked me to share nine book recommendations. after combing through some of my recent reads, here are some of my favorites:
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My short little summaries and thoughts are listed under the cut:
Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin - Giovanni's Room is about a young man in David and his summer romance with another young man named Giovanni. Through the lens of love and heartbreak, David goes through a journey of identity.
Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk - We follow our narrator, for now we can call him Joe, as he begins a very unconventional friendship with a man named Tyler. Men fight, they also bite and many a problems arise.
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini- Historical fiction novel that is set agains the backdrop of many events from the fall of Afghanistan's monarchy to the rise of the Taliban regime. I don't think I've cried harder reading a book so that's my own weird way of saying I can't recommend it enough.
For One More Day by Mitch Albom- Little read with a lot of heart. Fictional baseball player has the chance to spend one more day with his late mother, who he misses more than he ever thought he would. Another book that kept me crying into the middle of the night.
If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio - I feel like if you like dark academia; this is an essential. A group of Shakespearean acting students at the fictional Dellecher Shakespeare conservatory get wrapped in a murder and it's an ongoing case of whodunit.
A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood - A delicate look into the mundane crafted through the lens of grief, loss and heartache. We follow the life of George, a middle-aged gay man mourning the loss of his partner. Like Giovanni's Room, I think it's a staple of queer literature.
I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy - A heartbreaking memoir that's sprinkled with the well timed moment of comedy. We learn about Jennette McCurdy's tumultuous relationship with acting, the abuse she suffered at the hands of her mother, and her own way of working towards healing.
Promises of Gold by José Olivarez - If prose isn't your thing; this might be! Promises of Gold is a poetry collection in which Olivarez family, identity, love and quarantine. One of my personal favorites is Regret or My Dad Says Love
A Short History of the Girl Next Door by Jared Reck - A story about first love that in ends heartbreak in more ways that one. It's first person and it's YA, two things I normally never read, but it's just so so good. Forget crying into the middle of the night, this had me crying well into morning
no pressure tagging: @firstfullmoon and @soracities if you have anything you want to recommend <3
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richkidcityfriends · 2 years
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Mothers and daughters, part one
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Mitch Albom, For One More Day /  Lady Bird (2017) /  Maya Angelou, Mom & Me & Mom / Baby Hoop Earrings, Gilanares /  Gerard ter Borch, Mother Combing Her Child's Hair / @emptyroom509 / Eldest Daughter, Isabel Pless / Growing Up In Reverse, Kate Stephenson /  Gustave Léonard de Jonghe,  Mother with her Young Daughter / Class of 2013, Mitski /  The Importance of Being Earnest, Oscar Wilde / Family Tree, Isabel Pless / My Mother & I, Lucy Dacus / Memories, The Hope Project Moria Refugees /  @psychicdonuts / The Love Club, Lorde /  Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects
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noora193 · 1 year
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عندما نظرت الى تعابير وجهها، رأيت ذلك الاهتمام الهائل القديم قدم الازل، ذلك الاهتمام الذي لا شك فيه. في ذلك الوقت فقط ادركتُ انه حين تنظر الى امك، فإنك ترى الحب النقي الوحيد الذي يمكن ان تصادفه في حياتك.
ليومٍ آخر / ميتش ألبوم
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rains-of-words · 1 year
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When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.
Mitch Albom, For One More Day
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obstinaterixatrix · 10 months
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not trying to make an explanation or excuse for how media & attention cycles, just processing, but it does make sense the oceangate thing is getting more attention seeing as it’s tragedy and spectacle and there’s something of interest to dig into, the logistics and safety and engineering aspects, the implications for fallout, etc, whereas the intentional (or even just. indifference to?) mass death of vulnerable people is just. depressing. it’s really depressing. despite having tragic elements, the oceangate thing is something that can be brought up in casual conversation and dissected in a way that doesn’t kick the participants into the gaping maw of despair. man. I do hope there’s… some sort of consequence. some sort of response that acknowledges and prevents tragedy on a larger scale. that’s so many people.
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allo-frouto · 5 months
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can u open the messages?
Tomorrow is the day!
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kindredwisteria · 9 months
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"When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you even at unlikely times."
- from the book For One More Day by Mitch Albom
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haley-hay-hay · 1 year
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“But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.”
Mitch Albom, For One More Day
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symphonyoflovenet · 2 years
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One day spent with someone you love can change everything.
Mitch Albom, For One More Day
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samstarium · 2 years
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im literally neurodivergent and a minor
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spiribia · 11 months
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once you hit adulthood a day will come when you’re suddenly like VEGETABLES 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 and it never goes away
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typewriter-worries · 2 years
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For One More Day, Mitch Albom 
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noora193 · 1 year
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In case of praying for something, Albom once said that someone wrote the word “Please” on a tree trunk after asking for his need. Because trees spend all day looking up at god.
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ibtisams · 5 months
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A report just came out from a Palestinian hostage saying he was strapped with bombs and sent into a Hamas tunnel, with Israel prepared to blow the tunnel up with his body if fighters were found inside and yet people are still making the “Hamas uses human shields” arguments that have been confirmed to be a myth with no supporting evidence
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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