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bluedietcoke · 1 year
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book quotes that i will never recover from
"he is half of my soul, as the poets say. " - song of achilles
"write me a letter telling me how to live the rest of my life without you." - how to make friends with the dark
"they were my birthday presents." - shatter me
"she had realized that she had forgotten the precise blue of his eyes and the depth of his laugh." - clockwork princess
"my name is sam cortland... and i will not be afraid." - assassin's blade
"you chose me four years ago. would you choose me still?" - these violent delights
"we were all supposed to make it." - crooked kingdom
"i remember everything." - the invisible life of addie larue
"come home and shout at me. come home and fight with me. come home and break my heart, if you must. just come home." - cruel prince
"i wasted all those yesterdays and am completely out of tomorrows." - they both die at the end
"you hated the idea of me." - the final gambit
"bob says hello." - house of hades
"abuse can feel like love. starving people will eat anything." - nightfall
"i missed you only with an ocean between us. but if death was separating us... i would find you." - queen of shadows
"i loved him. i love him. as best i could." - we were liars
"i'm the villain, even in my own story. but you were supposed to play a different role." - finale
"i will find you again in the next world—the next life. and we will have that time. i promise." - a court of wings and ruin
"i spent half of my time loving her and the other half hiding how much i loved her." - the seven husbands of evelyn hugo
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passion4books · 6 months
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Thoughts on these books? Kind of thinking ‘bout buying them..
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cniki-rpblog · 2 years
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do u ever read something so devastatingly good and beautiful? something that is an author’s best book and u can tell on every page? that’s how i felt reading you’d be home now by kathleen glasgow. it’s an amazing book and ive been crying for ages now.
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writtenbyravena · 1 year
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The "write me a letter telling me how to live the rest of my life without you", from How to make friends with the dark but Avatrice.
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gaycowboyalastair · 2 years
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god kathleen glasgow’s books never fail to make me cry
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zebathamim · 1 year
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*Spoilers ahead*
One things I find really interesting about Kathleen Glasgow's book "How to make friends with the dark" is that you can empathize with what Grace (à.k.a Tiger) is going through. You also understand why she does what she does - like wearing the dress her mom bought for her for days without changing it, even after she starts to stink in it. Why she had slapped that girl who made fun of her. Why she had yelled at Kai. Why she talks to the boxes that contain her mother's items. Last of all, why she drunk drives and ends up crashing a mail box. Although us, as readers feel for her and try to stop her (in our heads), we empathize with her. I, personally learnt a lot about mental health and people's coping mechanisms. It's very easy to point fingers at others suffering from mental ailments because we have no idea what they're going through and because we can't understand other's pain. Everyone's way of grieving differs from every other individual. This book taught me that no matter how big the calamity has fallen on your head, you can move past it and live your life accordingly. It's not easy to erase the pain completely, but it's easier to ease it a little.
Another point to consider is that Grace was lucky that she found out who her father was and where he was. Not many people get to find out their blood relatives. The fact the she had sister who was willing to take care of her and was a massive support to her speaks volumes. We need to remember that most of the time, people are left alone in foster homes without anyone to care for them. This reminds me of children who's parents die in war or out of a disease pandemic. Or simply children who are neglected and never knew who their parents were. Another reminder for us to be grateful for what we have. Look at the people who have less than you and people whose lives are devastating and sad. But this doesn't mean that one faces abuse and thinks that the abuse they're facing are less than other people's. A balance is what's required.
Here's a quote from the book that I found and I cried because it really touched my heart 💔
There was a silence and then Alice, the oldest person in the room, cleared her throat. Alice has watery eyes and fluffy white hair and favors sweatpants and sweatshirts with glittery stars and flowers. Alice lost her mother when she was ten. That is a whole lifetime without a mother, to get used to not having a mother, and yet here she is. All these years later. Still grieving.
Alice said, “Write me a letter telling me how to live for the rest of my life without you.” She paused.
“That was sixty-four years ago, and I still would like to know.”
I’m writing this down because someday I will be Alice, with a whole lifetime spent without a mother, a lifetime of walking around with a Grand Canyon of grief in my heart, and people should know what that feels like."
After shedding loads of tears, I would like to thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.
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bookquotesstuff · 1 year
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poisonandpeonies · 2 years
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how to make friends with the dark by kathleen glasgow is just so good. her writing is so good. it feels authentic.
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myowndelusion · 2 years
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“the world is full of tears
& im starting to drown”
~ how to make friends with the dark
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How to Make Friends with the Dark: A Novel
By Kathleen Glasgow.
Design by Jennifer Heuer.
Cover art by Anders Rokkum.
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southlandghost · 2 years
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Still in shock I got to meet my fav author in person yesterday and got a picture with her
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inkskinned · 9 months
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME#there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing#and the writing is what i need to be doing#writeblr#this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to#edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol#i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!!#my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means#i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her)#hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong#i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet.#i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse#i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!!#i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO#i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness#and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it#im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us#i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer#and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art.#i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work#even if it means being miserable#but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.
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starleete · 8 months
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"You must go on.
I can’t go on.
You must go on.
Because what other choice is there, really?
You have to make friends with the dark."
- How to make friends with the dark by Kathleen Glasgow
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readersminds · 1 year
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It could be disappointment, too, Tiger, and you need to prepare yourself for that. But if it's disappointing, it doesn't have to be devastating, does that make sense? Life has this, life has that, and then something else comes along again, like a wave. We ride the waves. You go down, you go up, you go down, sometimes you just drift.
How to make friends with the dark
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red-lip-romaci · 1 year
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This year's TBR. Just finished The Love Hypothesis. It took me two days and I enjoyed every page (especially the spicy ones 😉) Now reading How To Make Friends With The Dark and loving it so far!
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