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Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
—  Nicola Yoon, The Sun is Also a Star
Is my name like barbed wire on your tongue?
Does the burn of whiskey in your throat remind you of me?
—  L.H

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Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire
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Grunt: The Curious Science of Humans at War by Mary Roach
The Raven King by Maggie Stiefvater
A Tangle of Gold by Jaclyn Moriarty
Once was a Time by Laila Sales
Dead Presidents: An American Adventure into the Strange Deaths and Surprising Afterlives of Our Nation’s Leaders by Brady Carlson
Games Wizards Play by Diane Duane

“People are forever disappointing us and I think,” she whispers as she wraps her arms around her body and shivers despite the warm temperature, “it’s because we expect too much.”

“Because maybe you want them to be Autumn jumpers and hot chocolate at Christmas but all they really can be is the smell of suncream and sand in your shoes and walks on the beach that end when summer does.”

“Maybe you want them to be the one you bring home to dinner but all they really can be is broken, whispered promises on your pillowcase and a tangle of bedsheets and messy emotions.”

“Maybe you want him to be your prince but all he really can be is a knight in shining armour that saves the damsel from throwing herself from the roof of her tower but then rides off into the sunset alone without a second glance over his shoulder when he realises she needs to be saved more than once.”

“Maybe you want them to be more, but they can’t be more and they never will be more and the sooner you realise this the sooner you’ll abandon your expectations and it’ll stop hurting quite so much when people aren’t what you want them to be.”

—  If you expect nothing from anybody you’ll never be disappointed, 17/07/2015

Rage is a novel written by Richard Bachman aka Stephen King, published in 1977, about a high school senior who shoots his algebra teacher and then takes his class hostage.

The book was linked to four school shootings:

  • On April 26, 1988 Jeffrey Lyne Cox took a semi-automatic rifle to school, and held a humanities class hostage for over 30 minutes. No one was fatally injured. Cox had read Rage over and over and strongly identified with the protagonist.
  • On September 18, 1989 Dustin L. Pierce entered a history classroom, armed with a shotgun and two handguns, and took the class hostage. This ended after nine hours with no injuries. Police found a copy of Rage in Pierce’s room.
  • On February 2, 1996 Barry Loukaitis (second picture) shot his algebra teacher and two students, and took his class hostage. When the other students started to panic, Loukaitis said “This sure beats algebra, doesn’t it?”. While this was believed to have been a quote from Rage, the only line in the book that might have inspired that, is “This sure beats panty raids.”
  • On December 1, 1997 Michael Carneal (third picture) opened fire on a group of praying students, killing three and injuring five. A copy of the book was found in his locker. 

The last incident eventually led King to take the book out of print.

“What would you do if I told you I liked you?” He smiled boyishly.

“Hmmm,” she smirked. “I think I would say that I did too.”

“Wait,” he shakes his head in confusion. “really?”

“I mean, hypothetically.” She restated.

“Okay,” he nodded. “And what do you think you’d do if I kissed you right now?”

“I think,” she crawled towards him, lightly cupping his face warm in her hands.
“It would go something like this”

—  Excerpt of a story I’ll never write #14

“I broke my own heart.” She whispered.

“Why? You know it was his fault. He led you on.”

“No, he didn’t.I expected too much from him. I knew he couldn’t meet those expectations but I hoped anyway. I knew from the start I had no chance, but I kept going. I knew that if I kept talking to him, I’d fall harder. From the day I meet him, I knew he was the one for me so I gave it shot. Turns out, I only got my own heart broken. None of these was his fault. It was all mine.But loving him wasn’t my biggest mistake, hoping he’d love me back was.”

—  If only I listened, If only I never hoped. // 7pm thoughts
There’s only one of him, she thought, and he’s right here.
He knows I’ll like a song before I’ve heard it.
He laughs before I even get to the punchline.
There’s a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes me want to let him open doors for me.
There’s only one of him.
—  Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
I don’t know what I’m more scared of. That one day the part of me that loves you will die. Or that the part of me that loves you will never die and that I’ll never truly be able to love anyone else the way I love you.

“How many times have you ever fallen in love?” My friend asks one night.

“Hmmm,” I pause. “I don’t know.”

“How could you not know?” She laughs, “If you were in love, then you’d know.”

But it wasn’t that simple, now was it? Because we were so close to being in love. We were filled with so many possibilities and so much hope before the universe decided to mess with us. And although you were just my “Almost-relationship”, you hurt more than any other breakup I’ve ever had.

“Just once.”

—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write #58