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"three separate fonts in this book, despite the fact that basically every single chapter begins with a subtitle stating the location and the year. if you want the vibe to be different between time periods just Write It Differently?" — Apr 30, 2026 01:20PM
"three separate fonts in this book, despite the fact that basically every single chapter begins with a subtitle stating the location and the year. if you want the vibe to be different between time periods just Write It Differently?" — Apr 30, 2026 01:20PM
that perfect face of Luo Binghe’s was more frightening than anything in the world.
“Were you in love with him?'
'Yes,' I say, simply. James and I put each other through the kind of reckless passions Gwendolyn once talked about, joy and anger and desire and despair. After all that, was it really so strange? I am no longer baffled or amazed or embarrassed by it. 'Yes, I was.' It's not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I'm in love with him still.”
― If We Were Villains
'Yes,' I say, simply. James and I put each other through the kind of reckless passions Gwendolyn once talked about, joy and anger and desire and despair. After all that, was it really so strange? I am no longer baffled or amazed or embarrassed by it. 'Yes, I was.' It's not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I'm in love with him still.”
― If We Were Villains
“Hers was tougher than tough love. It was brutal, industrial-strength. A sinewy love that never gave way to an inch of weakness. It was a love that saw what was best for you ten steps ahead, and didn't care if it hurt like hell in the meantime. When I got hurt, she felt it so deeply, it was as though it were her own affliction. She was guilty only of caring too much. I realize this now, only in retrospect. No one in this would would ever love me as much as my mother, and she would never let me forget it.”
― Crying in H Mart
― Crying in H Mart
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