"who actually reads books anymore?"*rolls eyes aggressively* I legitimately hate comments like that written above. You would be surprised at how many times I have heard this. And it makes me so infinitely angry. What motivated me to write this post was a journey of reminiscence. Specifically, I was brainstorming an idea for another blog [...]
i'm being pulled apart. limbs stretching, tendons tearing I can't seem to hold onto - thoughts, feelings, [...]
Well, hello there friends! It's been a while, I must say. But here I am with a bookish post to quench your thirst! Now, I wrote this twitter thread a few months ago, and I remember thinking to myself, I should just make this into a post for my blog and make it into some [...]
there's an acknowledgement, i guess, in the silence. we don't let our lips pull apart. just a moment, filled with the heaving of our breaths. i don't really feel guilty in taking what i want. you broke me, now: you're the one crawling on your knees, begging for my hands my lips my heat [...]
... The only way I can properly describe Scream All Night by Derek Milman, his debut novel, is this: whatever you think should never happen in reality, actually, somehow, happens. It is fantastically chaotic, confusing and hilarious. Scream All Night narrates the story of Dario Heyward, who had made the promise to himself at age [...]
... I’m writing this review on the immediate tail-end of completing The Afterlife of Walter Augustus by Hannah Lynn, and I have so many feelings bursting out of me like little pockets of sunshine expending out of my pores. Hannah Lynn weaves a sensational narrative depicting the rawness of reality and the inexplicability of life [...]
what are we? fighters with no one to fight, wars that aren't our own. working ourselves to the bone the neverending story, on repeat. will it ever change? sometimes i sit small, curl myself up, contemplating the earth that i won't witness. to busy being dead. think about it. our lives are so [...]
