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Morning sickness sounded to her like a poetic phrase for what they used to call melancholy, which they now called depression in the hopes that giving it a less beautiful name might do something to alleviate it

The photo that had accompanied Kristen Connolly's national newspaper article—Ari Alterhaus, fresh from top surgery, seated regally, Ash del Greco wide-eyed and shorn-headed standing at their side—became a meme template, captioned with texts ranging from the earnest political demand (don't let THIS happen to YOUR daughter) to the ironic sexual judgement (they/them pussy got me fucked up).

If Ann Alterhaus, in her capacity as doctor of jurisprudence, had conquered the law governing social life on female power's behalf, then the twice-born Ari Alterhaus would conquer social life itself, simply by existing in an unsexed skin, on behalf of sex's wholesale annihilation. She offered her child her unconditional support. She even added "she/they" to her own office email signature.

"Why are you taking Simon Magnus's class?" Ash del Greco asked him. "It's a long way from Jane Austen to Fools' Errand. I haven't read it, but I have the impression no one's anally raped in Sense and Sensibility." Before he could answer, she quipped in her rapid patter, "Which is why I haven't read it."

'Don't interfere with me or seek to know the time I choose to do it, nor try to come between us...' She raised her hand now to hush me and caught mine in an iron grasp, her tiny fingers biting into my tight, tortured flesh.

entrevista con el pingajo <3

"A fresh young girl, that was his favorite food the first of the evening; but the triumphant kill for Lestat was a young man. A young man around your age would have appealed to him in particular."

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"Research? I can't endure it when a writer has committed 'research.' Then you have to sit through pages and pages of a lecture on brain surgery or the inner workings of the mafia or how a spaceship gets up there. I don't give a damn how a spaceship gets up there! I've never researched anything in my life."

Lilith sat on the table, waiting, watching. She was patient and interested. This might be her only chance ever to watch close up as an ooloi seduced someone. She thought it should have bothered her that the “someone” in this case was Joseph.

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There was Hilary Ballard, poet, artist, playwright, actress, singer, frequent collector of unemployment compensation. The Oankali thought she was unstable, but not dangerously so. They had had to drug her because she injured herself trying to break free of what she called her cage. She had broken both her arms.
And that was not dangerously unstable?

por supuesto que los aliens son poliamorosos y no binarios

The defense wanted to call a psychiatrist who would explain to the court why Jackson's book collection showed he did not fit the profile of a pedophile. But the prosecution threatened to call a psychiatrist who would study the same books and explain why he did.

Many human beings say that they enjoy the winter, but what they really enjoy is feeling proof against it.

sooo true

your both faggots gtfo
"societys elites?" go back to grad school w that crap. som ppl just like seeing fuckedup shit. wtf is wrogn w u? fucing relax. life sucks. mite as well enjoy it #nolivesmatter

"Hadn't she done the monstrous? Hadn't she fanned the flame of her fervent faith to such a fire that it leaped from her brain and burned brightly before the eyes of all?"

me está agotando pero deliciosas aliteraciones + "hacer el monstruoso" estará entrando en mi vocabulario

esta tía hace que el esencialismo de género suene tan divertido

este libro hace tan buen uso de los epígrafes ... sabes que se va a prender cuando las aventuras de los conejitos van precedidas por una cita de dostoyevski

lo interesantes que podrían ser los diálogos y lo cortos que se me hacen grrr

She felt but one rapture; to beat herself and to be beaten, she would have given her very life to be able to scourge the whole world or to be scourged by the whole world!

d.e.p. hanns heinz ewers te habría encantado ethnoguessr

She would fuck practically anything, but sleeping with someone implied for her a measure of trust and a definite commitment. So she ended up a daylight lover, and it was only once actually that Sula came home from school and found her mother in the bed, curled spoon in the arms of a man.

"My story is not like a movie, I’ll say. It’s not heart-stopping or intense or bloodcurdling or graphic or violent. No jump scares. To me, these qualities aren’t usually scary. Something that disorients, that unsettles what’s taken for granted, something that disturbs and disrupts reality, that’s scary."

my GODDDD llevaba mucho sin leer algo tan masturbatorio y tan impostado

espero que mejore porque de momento está dando r/im14andthisisdeep

No, she thought, you are not going to catch me so cheaply; I do not understand words and will not accept them in trade for my feelings; this man is a parrot. I will tell him that I can never understand such a thing, that maudlin self-pity does not move directly at my heart; I will not make a fool of myself by encouraging him to mock me. "I understand, yes," she said.

"I'm terrible, aren't I?" Theodora moved quickly and put her hand over Eleanor's. "I sit here and grouch because there's nothing to amuse me; I'm very selfish. Tell me how horrible I am." And in the firelight her eyes shone with delight.

"You're horrible," Eleanor said obediently.

okayy

He didn't remember the Spanish-American War in which he had lost a son; he didn't even remember the son. He didn't have any use for history because he never expected to meet it again. To his mind, history was connected with processions and life with parades and he liked parades.

DEJARLE YA POR FAVOR

he has that sadness in his eyes that you only see in eastern european gay porn

(esto no es una cita real del libro, pero casi)

"And do you have men teachers or lady teachers at your school?" she asked.
"Some of both and some you can't tell which," the big boy hooted.

no remains, nothing, and an entire planet for a tomb

me queda claro que este tío vive en un infierno de pasados y futuros colapsando y que ser el elegido es un coñazo por favor suéltame el brazo