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Like most people, when I look back, the family house is held in time, or rather it is now outside of time, because it exists so clearly and it does not change, and it can only be entered through a door in the mind.

She hated the small and the mean, and yet that is all she had. I bought a few big houses myself along the way, simply because I was trying out something for her. In fact, my tastes are more modest - but you don't know that until you have bought and sold for the ghost of your mother.

All those hours spent sitting on my bum on the doorstep have given me a feeling for liminal space. I love the way cats like to be half in half out, the wild and the tame, and I too am the wild and the tame. I am domestic, but only if the door is open.
And I guess that is the key - no one is ever going to lock me in or lock me out again. My door is open and I am the one who opens it.

she knew of a family whose youngest child had climbed into the fridge to play hide-and-seek, and frozen to death.
They had to defrost the fridge to prise him out. After that the council took away the other children. I wondered why they didn't just take away the fridge.

…poured paraffin over the books and set them on fire. I watched them blaze and blaze and remember thinking how warm it was, how light, on the freezing Saturnian January night. And books have always been light and warmth to me.

When people say that poetry is a luxury, or for the educated middle classes, or because it is irrelevant ••• I suspect that the people doing the saying have had things pretty easy. A tough life needs a tough language - and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers - a language powerful enough to say how it is.

It isn't a hiding place. It is a finding place.

I believe in fiction and the power of stories because that way we speak in tongues. We are not silenced.
All of us, when in deep trauma, find we hesitate, we stammer; there are long pauses in our speech. •••
I needed words because unhappy families are conspiracies of silence.

The missing part, the missing past, can be an opening, not a void. It can be an entry as well as an exit. It is the fossil record, the imprint of another life, and although you can never have that life, your fingers trace the space where it might have been, and your fingers learn a kind of Braille.

It’s a self insert fic I realized too late and looked up the MMC’s picture (he’s a real historical figure in the Franklin Expedition of Arctic exploration). DONT LOOK UP HIS PICTURE (am I too judgy and mean I don’t care).

That kiss 🥵🥵🥵👌👌👌✍️✍️✍️

KYAAAAAA IM SCREAMING LUCIE JUST WENT ON HER FIRST DATE

What the fuck. Had to take a double take there. ;(

Loving the psychological horror vibes

Annoying jealous sibling gotta be one of my least fav tropes

So far not what I expected at all (in a good way). I like that the love interest didn’t notice her right away and instead entertaining her outgoing sister.

Oh shit shit shit shit did not expect this

Darn I lost my mmc bet

The way I have no idea who the MMC is. Is it the scary lord who gave her the coin that saved her life? Is it the stranger she shares a joke with in the shadows? Is it the honorable knight / single dad? My money is on the guy with the inside joke.

Biggest pushover I’ve ever seen

Dream of autonomy
Marcovaldo learned to pile the snow into a compact little wall. If he went on making little walls like that, he could build some streets for himself alone; only he would know where those streets led, and everybody else would be lost there. He could remake the city, pile up mountains high as houses, which no one would be able to tell from real houses.

"You know what sucks? You represent all the things I don't have and never will. A mother, a sister, a daughter, a best friend, a lover. Yet you're none of those. You stand before me, taunting me with broken dreams."

theo grow a spine

Got played like rookies at the poker table ah.

The way I’m suspicious of everyone

Dark Academia because the school is the embodiment of negative reinforcement & the kids r living in the terror of expecting bad happenings every day.

Page 1 but prose so good I’m already hooked

“Whoever that is… I hope she’s worth it”

“What do you mean? You came here just for me?”

“I came to get you out. Obviously.”

Senlinyu what crack did u put in this