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”i picture a golden room, ancient, god-like figures carved into the walls, their toxic love stories shown in engravings. their false love. their brutal love. the kind of love we experience and don’t even realize until we’ve stood back far enough to make out the red flags we missed when we were pressed up against them”

i’m too drunk to even quote something tonight
happy birthday usa!! 🇺🇸🎆🖤

”i keep imagining a squirrel’s tail, ripped from its body, oozing blood near the skirts of the statues”

”the thought that when you die, there’s no you anymore. it’s like we’re all immortal, in a way. we can die”

”bethan has no reflection in the mirror. the four-poster bed, the crystal dresser, the floral wallpaper—every component of the bedroom is appearing reflected in the glass, apart from bethan herself”

”for the fans of jennifer thorne’s diavola”

i loathe that book but i received this arc so crossing my fingers & toes this is better than that piss hair ghost or wtvr

”morgues are great and all, but none of those people have been dead more than a couple of days. i’ve been dead inside for a long time. when i dream of camaraderie, i’m surrounded by skeletons, flesh barely clinging to their ancient bones”

“why are you eating that dead baby”
“don’t you at least want some sauce to dip that in, or something”

loll crazies

”jenna knows she will find another doll, similar to her own, hidden beneath her mother’s bed, and that the head of her mother’s doll isn’t filled with baby teeth, but adult ones, pulled from her father’s dead mouth, and left to rot in their house like a cancer, a contagion. a curse”

”eleanor’s plan for the two of us, on this bright new day, when the sky is blue and the world is bursting with life… is a trip to the cemetery. a trip to see our future gravesites”

“we’re going to lie beneath a wonderful old oak tree. she says. and the best part—is that we’ll be together forever. side-by-side. sharing our eternal resting place” 🪦🖤

”i still couldn’t get over the fact that she had a boyfriend. a boyfriend. if anything, i thought she would go for another woman… but she had settled for a boy. quite frankly, i was insulted”

that makes two of us cause wtf??

”even in the middle of nowhere, in the dead of night, something was here to bear witness to my hidden truths. in this raw state, my face ruptured and my soul crushed, i was still exposed. i was still gay”

”like she was lesbian jesus giving me permission!”

“i don’t get to be faith. all i get is the memory of railroad track kisses and coley’s eyes, shining at me like i was her only, and i’ll never get that again”

”i want to learn every inch of her so i can map her in my mind each night we’re apart”

i’m loving them bad 🫩

”when sonya steps onto the rails, i follow. walking on them is like trying to balance on a beam”
“raising her arms gracefully like a ballerina as she tiptoes down the metal and spins. her hair flies out like feathers on a swan unfurling, and i’m caught in the dark line she makes against the blue-gold light”

not the train tracks life is strange reference (i will tear up rn) 🥹🦋🩵

”i found myself thinking about beauty, what it was, all the things we got wrong about it, all the ways we misunderstood it. i thought whatever beauty was, its opposite wasn’t ugliness, but sanity, sense. liv was so beautiful i felt insane”

”death is rot and ruin. death is bones and dirt. you are a rose that grew out of it” 🖤

”this is dedicated to anyone who has ever felt hopeless and didn’t believe they could have a happy ending. you are worthy”

in celebration of girls like girls release day, i will be reading & watching!! 🧡🤍🩷

”what are you?” she asks at last, and sabine’s mouth twitches in that old familiar way. “what am i?” she muses, “a widow” she tugs charlotte forward, turned her in her arms as if they’re dancing. “a feral rose”

”we were sitting on a bench outside 7-eleven drinking coke slurpees we spiked with rum”

it’s a slushie date they just have no idea 🥹

homesick for another story like sunburn ♡

”your bones will set. your skin will mend. but the heart alone stays mortal. it is the seat of life, and death. if it is ruined, or removed, severed from the head or drained of all its blood, there is no mending to be done. when the heart collapses, so do we. if you must die, a blade or stick is quick, a bite is kind, but fire is a bad end. because the heart burns last”

”bury my bones in the midnight soul, plant them shallow and water them deep, and in my place will grow a feral rose, soft red petals hiding sharp white teeth”

seductive, sapphic vampiress’s come to mama 💋

”my juliette. a whirlwind romance that single handedly turned my life upside down and turned me into one of the same lovesick fools i used to make fun of. the kind i swore i would never become”

”hate me, despise me, loathe me. i don’t fucking care what you feel, as long as you only feel it for me”

”her soft lips tasted like how midnight feels; like the deepest desires that hide in my chest and like the comfort of a blanket on a cold day”

”juliette kingston! the bane of my existence. satan’s spawn herself. her ice-blue, siren like eyes peering down at me through her lusciously long eyelashes. i thought she was the most ethereal girl i had ever seen in my entire life… until she opened her mouth”