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Celebrating 5 years with this account!!!

Wow, this account is still alive. LOL, I thought this would be deactivated by now.
          
          Life update: Adulting is so hard. 

hi angel! tysm for adding my story to your reading list, i really hope you enjoy it <3

Happy New Year everyone!!!!!!
          
          My 200 books reading goal this year failed (sadly). Reading slump got me in the middle of September. 146 books still good though. 

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
           #adropofhumanity 

Convincing you to read the book Death's Obsession: A Paranormal Dark Romance by Avina St. Graves base on some lines I highlighted from the mmc's POV
          
          "You will bloom, my sad flower. You already have the earth; I will bring you the sun."
          
          "If I were Icarus and she were the sun, I would still fly to her with my waxen wings. Her beauty would be worth the pain that I would feel just to reach her. "
          
          "The moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew that she was more than the sun and the stars. She was everything, and I was never going to let her go."
          
          "My sweet flower, look at you. So beautiful on your hands and knees for me. Tell me, is this what you dream of?"
          
          ▪please read the trigger warnings first before anything else :)
          ▪available on KU

[BOOK RECOMMENDATION]
          
          If you love a good sports romance I recommend you Liz Tomforde's interconnected Windy City series.
          
          Now I've only read book 2, but it was good and I rated it 4/5.
          
          1st book: hockey romance
          2nd book: basketball romance (a tiny bit of fake dating)
          3rd book: baseball, single dad romance (coming soon)
          
          
          Convincing you to read book 2 with Ryan's line.
          
          "F*ck me, I want her, and even though she’s made it clear she’s got nothing left to give, I find myself desperate to take even the scraps if they’re offered."
          
          "I want the comfort of privacy, but I want her to be with me while I have it."
          
          "Because with how perfect she looks tonight, no one is going to believe she’s mine."
          

[BOOK RECOMMENDATION]
          
          Book: The Perfect Marriage
          
          Would you defend your husband if he was accused of killing his mistress?
          
          Sarah Morgan is a successful and powerful defense attorney in Washington D.C. At 33 years old, she is a named partner at her firm and life is going exactly how she planned.
          
          The same cannot be said for her husband, Adam. He is a struggling writer who has had little success in his career. He begins to tire of his and Sarah's relationship as she is constantly working.
          
          Out in the secluded woods, at Adam and Sarah's second home, Adam engages in a passionate affair with Kelly Summers.
          
          Then, one morning everything changes. Adam is arrested for Kelly's murder. She had been found stabbed to death in Adam and Sarah's second home.
          
          Sarah soon finds herself playing the defender for her own husband, a man accused of murdering his mistress.
          
          But is Adam guilty or is he innocent?
          
          
          Available on Goodreads:
          https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/53450790-the-perfect-marriage

a small token of kindness [ 20th february 2023  ] 
          
          blistering hope and disrupted forces, stomach of dirt and howling cresses; scraping blossoms and sunken springs. hollowed harvests, assaulted reaps; jeopardised desires and slivering skies. 
          
          mismatched woods and stolen petals; metaphorical gentleness and articulated coherence. dripping hearts, compendium ashes; ornate gale, weathered pages. 
          
          vintage eyes and handwritten libraries, fictional moon and escaped fantasies. inspiring nostalgia, doubtful guqin; poisonous inquiry, burial of heaven. vulnerability guarded, vindictive portraits; a monster of human needs, a devil of emotions. 
          
          brush-wood sprains and sinister autumns; stubborn walls and bittersweet burns. fluid memories, flamed nerves; familiar souvenirs,  a winter fued. a sadness of sharpness, bitter home in throat; caress the storms just as sadness has caressed tired norms. 
           #adropofhumanity