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fuck there is something so sad about a very young girl getting taken advantage of again and again by men 3 or 4 times her age

i googled if hawke was bisexual and got spoiled for his entire character

i was gonna say like theres no fucking way he doesnt know its her lol

finally something happening my god

holy shit hawke reappearance its been 94 years

i know spelling "descenders" is meant to be a parallel to the "ascended" and a play on words to "dissidents/dissent" because they're riotous but i keep reading it like "dissenders" and its pissing me off

"They reminded me of cool honey, a colour I'd never seen before."

? how can it remind you of something youve never seen girl

i mean its alright

Great canons angle toward great power, and the great privilege of great power is an incuriosity about those who lack it. That incuriosity is what afflicts the dullest critics of safe spaces and the like.

im eating this up his writing is so beautiful and gripping

ive decided im taking the winter reading challenge seriously so here is the plan for the next few weeks until march 31
- wild dark shore to cover lasting reads & star selections
- from blood and ash to cover swoony stories and choice archive
- the message by ta-nehisi coates for black history month which i will do as an audiobook
- the tale spinners one is undecided cause i dont like retellings in general hrrrr

"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed in a tent,
looking for water and diapers for kids;
destroyed by bombs;
a generation under rubble
of their bombed houses;

I saw the best brains of my generation
portruding from their slashed heads."

Home, Jerusalem, the sea, Haifa,
the rock, the oranges, the sand,
the pigeon, Cairo, my mother,
Beirut, books, the rock, the sea, the sea.

The scars on our children's faces
will look for you.
Our children's amputated legs
will run after you.

When we die, our souls leave out bodies,
take with them everything they loved
in our bedrooms: the perfume bottles,
the makeups, the necklaces, and the pens.
In Gaza, our bodies and rooms get crushed.
Nothing remains for the soul.
Even our souls,
they get stuck under the rubble for weeks.

quick little work read to clear my high priority shelf

damn, daniel in the year of our lord 2026. whew.

WHERE ARE THE GHOSTS. CRITICAL LACK OF PROMISED GHOSTS.

i blinked and im here

i saw it at work and couldnt resist a gander

im obsessed with this