Currently enjoying: Horns by Joe Hill. This book. This has such a unique premise. I would never want anyone to tell me all their truths and innermost thoughts. That would be scary and uncomfortable as hell. But it’s useful when you’re looking for a murderer.

Please recommend me something that has 1) lesbians and 2) werewolves.

Could be literally anything. Movies, tv shows, books, video games, fan fiction, whatever. I just need lesbian werewolves.

Rowan: *cool and collected, badass, level-headed* I got this under control.

Aelin: *gets a paper cut* Ouch

Rowan: *panics, crashes into everything in his haste* OMFG ARE YOU OK?! YOU’RE BLEEDING! THAT’S IT, WE’RE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL!

“You can stop swimming now, Lily. We finally reached the shore.”

It Ends With Us,Colleen Hoover

“Because sometimes the only way to learn is to live”

The Midnight Library, Matt Haig

Pardon my sanity, in a world insane.

Letter to Elizabeth Holland,Emily Dickinson

“We are the only poets, and everyone else is prose.”

Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson,Emily Dickinson

“What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?”

Night and Day,Virginia Woolf

“I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life.“

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,Sylvia Plath

“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”

Kait Rokowski

“who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?”

A Room of One’s Own,Virginia Woolf

“If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart.”

The Picture of Dorian Gray,Oscar Wilde

Because everyone loves someone, and anyone who loves someone has had those desperate nights where we lie awake trying to figure our how we can afford to carry on being human beings. Sometimes that makes us do things that seem ridiculous in hindsight, but which felt like the only way out at the time.

—Fredrik Backman, Anxious People.

I felt like a stranger to myself, like I was no longer living my life but instead being propelled through it by interesting forces beyond my control.

— Sally Rooney, Concord 34.

He’s not someone who feels comfortable confiding in others, or demanding things from them. He needs Marianne for this reason. This fact strikes him newly. Marianne is someone he can ask things of. Even though there are certain difficulties and resentments in their relationship, the relationship carries on. This seems remarkable to him now, and almost moving.

—Sally Rooney, Normal People.

I know I’m not a great guy, he said. But I do love you, you know. Of course I do. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but I didn’t know if you wanted to hear it. I’m sorry.

I was smiling. My eyes were closed still. It felt good to be wrong about everything. Since when have you loved me? I said.

Since I met you, I would think. If I wanted to be very philosophical about it, I’d say I loved you before then.

—Conversations With Friends, Sally Rooney.

I feel so frightened of being hurt — not of the suffering, which I know I can handle, but the indignity of the suffering, the indignity of being open to it.

—Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You.

And by now you can only look at me with pity - not with love or friendship but just pity, like I’m something half-dead lying on the roadside and the kindest thing would be to put me out of my misery.

—Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You.

Maybe eventually we will just drop out of each other’s lives, or become friends after all, or something else. But whatever happens will at least be the result of this experiment, which feels at times like it’s going badly wrong, and at other times feels like the only kind of relationship worth having.

Sally Rooney, Beautiful World Where Are You.