book beauty

Someone once told me I reminded him of autumn. If people were seasons, I’d be falling leaves and the smell of wet wood. He said even my perfume reminded him of the earth. I suppose in a way he was right. Autumn always reminded me of sadness - the trees crying gold, the wind sweeping them off the ground like pretty little yellow butterflies. No matter how beautiful it looked, everything was sleeping, almost dead, or maybe dreaming. Sometimes I feel like I’m withering away, other times I feel like I’m drifting somewhere I could be alive again. I don’t know why I’m so drawn to the idea of someone saving me. Maybe one day I’ll find someone who would call me spring, instead.

Autumn // Genefe Navilon

One thing I really don’t like about autumn and winter is that it’s still dark when I wake up at 7am. All I want to do is SLEEP 😴
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Luckily, this week is a relaxed one. I only have two six-hour shifts and then it’s already the weekend for me. Nevertheless, I wish I was still in my warm bed 💁🏻‍♂️
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I’ve had my Sleeping Beauties copy for two weeks already, but I still haven’t started it. I tend to do that with books that I’ve really looked forward to: I’m just scared that they will disappoint me I guess 🤷🏻‍♂️
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Hope you have a good Wednesday! 💕

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The Cookie Read-A-Thon Update: Day 5 5:15pm

Day 5: Favorite genre

Like many other people here, fantasy is my favorite genre.  I especially adore fairytale retellings, which is why Robin McKinley is one of my all time favorite fantasy authors. 

I’ve made some progress over the last two days.  I’m 81% through IT and hoping I’ll finish it within the next two days.  That’s probably wishful thinking, but I can try.

IT - page 1119 of 1377

The Door in the Hedge - Finished

The Turn of the Screw - Finished

Pet Sematary - Not started

For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.  People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others
—  Sam Levenson