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Take care of my heart as if it were your own.
—  Tenari ioapo

anonymous asked:

GIVE ME BOOK RECS OR GIVE ME DEATH

OMG OKAY I’LL GIVE YOU BOOK RECS.

The Song Of Achilles, by Madeline Miller. You will cry, you will smile, you’ll cry again, you’ll smile sadly, then you’ll bawl like a baby. Honestly this book is amazing, it’s beautifully written, and it has two incredibly rare things; canonically LGBT main characters and a centaur. READ IT.

The Handmaid’s Tale, by Margaret Atwood. Hahaha imagine a dystopian world where women were seen simply as vessels for babies…wouldn’t that be horrible….sure glad that hasn’t happened…..

The Gospel Of Loki, by Joanne Harris. It’s Loki’s autobiography of how he destroyed the world and was a cheeky handsome little shit. Need I say any more?

Romeo And Juliet, by William Shakespeare. Honestly I’m usually not one to read plays but I loved this. Mercutio is the best minor character ever, and it’s genuinely so beautiful to read (even if you’re not into love stories).

Prince Of Shadows, by Rachel Caine. It follows the same storyline as Romeo and Juliet but it’s from Benvolio’s point of view and it’s so good omg. Also Mercutio is the best minor character ever (did I already mention that?).

Blind Beauty, by KM Peyton. Okay so you know that one girl in your class who was always obsessed with horses? That’s me. I got this book when I was 9 and I still love it 7 years later. Even if you’re not a horse person, you’ll love this book. The main character is a strong independent badass girl who wants to be a jockey, her step dad’s evil, her horse is practically a donkey, and it’s so good. I cried.

Born To Run, by Michael Morpurgo. Technically a kid’s book, I read it when I was 6 and I never forgave any of the people who let me read it because it broke my heart. I still love it tbh.

Not Bad For A Bad Lad, by Michael Morpurgo. Okay it’s another kid’s book, and it’s just a short story, but like I said I was the horse girl and it was my favourite when I was little.

A Tyranny Of Petticoats, by Jessica Spotswood. Do you like short stories? Do you like historical fiction? Do you like badass female leads? Do you like diverse characters? READ THIS BOOK NOW

1. There is so much that you will accomplish in your life, and believe me when I tell you that you are going to amount to great things.

2. So many people in the world are filled with hate. I honestly hope that you will help stop the hate, by first starting to love yourself. I hope you discover who you want to be.

3. I want you to be happy with whatever choices that you made in the past because at one time or another that choice is the choice that you wanted. But, remember things always happen for a reason, so don’t get to upset when things don’t work out the way that you want them to. Something better will come along. It may not be immediately, but it will come.

4.   Remember to keep you head up even when you feel like everyone is forcing it down. If you fall down get back up. Never give up on what you love just because someone disapproves or you are trying to impress someone, what you love is what makes you, you.

and lastly,

5. Please remember to smile again.  Even if it is stormy in your life right now, and it feels as if the world would be better with one less person in it. Even the darkest of storms pass because the sun will always come out again.

—  Things I’d tell the younger me, but never got the chance so now I keep an open letter to you, my dearest daughter. 45/365
no matter how many times i close my eyes with you next to me, when i open them you’re always gone.
—  a disappearing act // @thecollisionsofsouls on tumblr
Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.
—  Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things

Are you ever sorry?“ He asked.

"For loving you?” She smiled and shook her head. “No. There are so many things to be sorry for, but loving you isn’t one of them.”

For some reason, that answer made him even more restless.

“What are the things you’re sorry about, then?” He asked after a while.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t quite right for you. That you weren’t quite right for me. That the timing wasn’t quite right for us. We were never lacking in love. It wasn’t ever a question of whether we loved each other enough or not, because if love could fill a whole room - ours would have needed more space. It would have burst out of the windows and banged open doors.” She stopped, and smiled such a sad smile it broke his heart all over again.

“You know I loved you so much.” He whispered.

She reached out to squeeze his hand and said, “I know, darling. I know. But even the greatest of loves cannot withstand the wars of this world. And no matter how much we loved each other, it wasn’t a war we were supposed to win.

—  we were beautiful but we weren’t quite right // Genefe Navilon

it is part of the
human experience to feel pain
do not be afraid
open yourself to it

- evolving