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But of course in his right mind he would search for someone sweet and kind and open, because everybody wanted to be liked in uncomplicated ways, and I’d never loved anything without twisting it into knots.

Rage. As I said the other day, I have exactly one life. We should all feel outraged when the irreplaceable moments of our time on earth are misspent.

In a world without discernment, in the attempt to give everything a chance, you could die without tasting chocolate. I was not sorry.

But my hope for you, my dearest girl, has always been that you will find a romantic love that outshines all the others. I want you to find a North Star love, so steady and bright and constant that when you look for it in the sky of your life, you never have to wonder which star it is. And you will know it’s always there, even when the clouds come or the sun rises and hides it from your eyes.

Continuo a achar que — Alex spoiler — mas tou a ficar com a ick do facto de que a FMC supostamente é uma mulher de 30 e tal anos e ok que voltou aos 18, mas wtf is this behaviour Joey

Eu n quero dar spoiler mas tenho uma teoria que o Alex ta na mm situação que a protagonista

Some loves, once found, are never lost. It's an incredible gift to possess a love like this. A feeling so deep and unwavering that no amount of time, no act of nature or man can destroy it. The love remains, even when the person is gone. Which makes this gift so beautiful and so trancherous. Love like this cannoy be lost, but sometimes people can be.

Usually a man in my life slows my work down, but it turns out two men give me fresh energy for the revision. The emotions get heightened. I give the reader more pleasure.

"It was good to see you again, Lemon" OH SHIT

And then I went to sleep in my bed in my aunt's room, my bed frame creakier than hers, the curtains parted just enough to beam in a sliver of silver light from a moon 238,900 miles away. I shut the curtain and ignored it, like I should have from the beginning.

And then I went to sleep in my bed in my aunt's room, my bed frame creakier than hers, the curtains parted just enough to beam in a sliver of silver light from a moon 238,900 miles away. I shut the curtain and ignored it, like I should have from the beginning.

My sense isn't common, but it's always correct

"No, I want to find him. But this part before we do? I kind of like
it."
"Why?"
"Right now, it's all possibility. He hasn't let me down yet."
"Why are you assuming he'll disappoint you?"
"If you sleep on the floor, you have nowhere to fall."
"Damn, Sasha, the bar's that low?"

Para mim este livro acabou no capitulo 29

A real photographer. Henry is a real photographer who gets paid real money to take real pictures. I imagined him failing at his goals like me, but he’s not. He’s doing it. It’s equally admirable as it is depressing.

Giggling & kicking my feet, com um toque de ansiedade e shit hitting too close to home

(...) e lá vai o touro crivado de flechas, esburacado de lançadas, arrastando pelo chão as tripas, os homens em delírio apalpam as mulheres delirantes (...) mas a imagem que se fixa e arrefece os olhos é a cabeça descaída de um touro, a boca aberta, a língua grossa pendendo, que já não ceifará, áspera, a erva dos campos, ou só os pastos de fumo do outro mundo dos touros, como haveremos de saber se (...)

Hm I don't like where this is going

'Oh, Nastenka, Nastenka!' I thought to myself. 'How much you've said with that one word. Such a love, Nas-tenka, at certain moments can make the heart grow cold and make one miserable. Your hand is cold, mine is as hot as fire. How blind you are, Nastenka! ... Oh, how unbearable is the happy person at certain moments! But I couldn't be angry with you!...
Finally, my heart was overflowing.

Most importantly, reclaim your time, emotional en-ergy, and self-worth from the reductive logic of capitalism.
You are not a commodity. Your depression and anxiety are not just chemical imbalances in your brain but reasonable responses to a system that thrives on your dehumanization.

"Cultural theorist Mark Fisher has argued that the deteriorating quality of mental health in the West can be attributed to the precariousness of the capitalist economic system. Like climate change and environmental degradation, the skyrocketing incidence of depression and anxiety are the negative externalities of a system that reduces human worth to its exchange value"

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Discrimination against women in leadership has little basis in differential skill sets and more to do with social attitudes about women in power. (...)
We don't associate women with positions of authority because we've seen so few of them. And because there are so few women in positions of authority, both men and women continue to associate leadership with male bodies, a vicious cycle that is hard to break out of.

Omg I fucking love this

O médico-legista anunciou que a causa da morte fora um enfarte, mas William Stoner sempre achara que, num momento de raiva ou desespero, Sloane ordenara ao seu coração que parasse de bater, como que num derradeiro e mudo gesto de amor e desprezo por um mundo que o traíra tão profundamente que ele não o suportava.

Até agora o gajo é detestável. N sei como a aitora o vai redimir