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If the French called orgasm 'le petit mort', then falling in love must be 'le grand mort'.

Love was such a human word, small but imbued with disproportionate meaning.

He'd always thought love to be a weakness, but with her live settling over him, it felt more like an armour.

He veered wildly between lust, anger, and guilt. As if his internal landscape was not chaotic enough, the outside world felt so raw, colourful, and loud that it was difficult to cope.

He was beautiful, she realised. Not perfect, but beautiful, like a rugged, untamed landscape.

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She looked soft and sweet, he wondered what her freckle dotted skin would taste like. Roses and vanilla, maybe. Sunshine with a hint of cinnamon.

Trailing her finger over one the way she would stroke a friendly plant

The altar of infatuation wasn’t poetic

Your thought process, it’s like watching a hell hound try to decide which of the eight types of prey to murder

Started this one today, just after I bought it.

Let’s see what this books has in store for me!!📖

A cool book about myths and mythical beings so far