i can't bring myself to speak to you because anything i say would be a confession
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“My greatest weakness has always been my desire for love. It is a yawning chasm within me, and the more that I reach for it, the more easily I am tricked. I am a walking bruise, an open sore.”
The Stolen Heir, Holly Black
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"Don't Be So Serious" by Low Roar
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"I was so swelled with affection. We tumbled over one another, and you were laughing — was that the first laugh? If only I could speak too; I wished to cry out your name, loud enough to hurt me, to end me."
angels before man, rafael nicolás
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"We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was nothing else but the other."
The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller
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"She's putting herself out there. She's getting what she wants. And what am I doing? Nothing. I have no idea what I want."
Solitaire, Alice Oseman
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"It all builds up, doesn't it? It doesn't just disappear. And one day, you start prodding at what you've suppressed, and it's a massive black rot and it's endless, horrifying, and you can't look away."
Babel, R. F. Kuang
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"I begin to wonder how Michael can so easily make something wonderful out of something cold, and then I begin to wonder whether lots of people are like this, and I begin to wonder whether, if I weren't so busy thinking about other things, I would be like this."
Alice Oseman, Solitaire
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"Sometimes," I say, "I can't tell whether people are real or not. Lots of people pretend to be nice to me, so I'm never sure."
Tori Spring, Solitaire
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"I love you more than anyone, actually."
He says this a little quieter. I move my head out of the crook of his neck so I can meet his eyes.
"Is that weird?" he continues, and then huffs out a small laugh. "I'm only eighteen."
Nick and Charlie by Alice Oseman
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All this time, I've been sitting around, moaning about how shit everything is, not bothering to try and make things better. I hate myself for that. I don't think I can be like that anymore.
— Alice Oseman, Solitaire
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