the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, by taylor jenkins reid
you do not know how fast you have been running, how hard you have been working, how truly exhausted you are, until someone stands behind you and says, it’s ok, you can fall down now. i’ll catch you.
for @augustsjanes ♡
logging in once again to be sure tumblr don’t take this url from me
That intimate moment between you and the book you have just read the last words of, where you sit there taking in the enormity of what you have just finished.
I’ve always said Theodore Lawrence and Celia St. James are kindred spirits so why is it just now occurring to me to imagine Celia reading Laurie’s lines to help Evelyn rehearse the proposal scene?
daisy jones & the six ± favorite lyrics from aurora
not to be dramatic but love carried the ring to mordor
17, 38, 39, 61, 79
17. this is me trying — Taylor Swift
38. The Great War — Taylor Swift
39. People Watching — Conan Gray
61. hope ur ok — Olivia Rodrigo
79. enough for you — Olivia Rodrigo
@literatureladies mission 07 : archetypes — nina riva as the caregiver
she knew it was up to her to say what had to be said. to do what had to be done. when there is only you, you do not get to choose which jobs you want, you do not get to decide you are incapable of anything. there is no room for distaste or weakness. you must do it all. all of the ugliness, the sadness, the things most people can’t stand to even think about, all must live inside of you, you must be capable of everything.
"I think I see my dad."
Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986) | Succession (2018)
i always carry a book out in public in hopes that someone attractive will notice and compliment my taste in literature so we can then get married
She was right. I was hiding. And I wasn’t yet ready to stop. So I put everything I was feeling into the music. And once I did… that song… just… worked. I mean, that’s how it was back then. We had to do everything ourselves. We put it out on a tiny label and hand-delivered copies to every DJ we knew. God, it was fun! Suddenly Bernie and I were doing four shows a night. In the Midtown clubs where the mainstreams danced. The roller discos in Central Jersey. All we had to do was play two songs, and people lost their minds. But we always ended our nights back at “Better Days.” They knew what the song was really about. I may not have been comfortable enough yet to dance with her… But making music together, making everyone else dance, it was the next best thing.
Harry smiled, relieved. “OK,” he said. “It’s me and you.” “Me and you, true blue.”
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