You can do it.’ Do you understand how amazing it is to hear that from an adult? Do you understand how amazing it is to hear that from anybody? It’s one of the simplest sentences in the world, just four words, but they’re the four hugest words in the world when they’re put together.
You can do it.
I can do it.
Let’s do it.
Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
these lists of books to read before you die that are full of classics are all well and good but what if you don’t like classics? and what about the ya ones that are just full of popular series? so this is an alternative list of ya books you should read before you die. thanks to everyone who contributed books; i’ve had to miss some off because i’ve got more than 100, so i’ll probably include them on a second list. (also, i’ve not actually read all these books. it’s a group effort)
“Reservations were meant to be prisons, you know? Indians were supposed to move onto reservations and die. We were supposed to disappear. But somehow or another, Indians have forgotten that reservations were meant to be death camps.”
The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian — Sherman Alexie
And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.
And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.
“There are all kinds of addicts. I guess. We all have pain. And we all look for ways to make the pain go away. - Sherman Alexie, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian
→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader → Word Count: 6,867 →Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst, →Chapter Index
Park Jimin’s arms tangle around the woman you do not recognize. Hands wrapping around her waist, as she is then tugged further into Jimin’s embrace, and when their lips connect, a sudden pain illuminates through your body so brightly it rivals the affects of Min Yoongi’s gaze.
The pain is like a knife starting at the tip of your heart and slicing through. And it’s not in one quick semi-painless sort of way, either. It’s a slice that is poorly executed, that is off to a rough start. You can almost feel every sharped raggedy edge as it tears your heart in half.
The luminous effects causes you to move a hand to settle over the place where your heart resides, because witnessing what you are, it’s the only thing that can reassure you that it is, in fact, still in tact. Still beating. Still pulsating blood. Still keeping you alive.
I grabbed my book and opened it up. I wanted to smell it. Heck, I wanted to kiss it. Yes, kiss it. That’s right, I am a book kisser. Maybe that’s kind of perverted or maybe it’s just romantic and highly intelligent.