“Then Kiss Me Good Night, And I’ll Go To Bed Like A Good Little Boy.”

“Happiness is a forgotten emotion. It’s safer to feel nothing, to ignore that I’m a fuck-up. To disregard the fact that I’m beyond help.

Accept I am alone.

Give up on hoping—hoping I can ever be normal again.

Because without hope, there can be no disappointment.”

The Enigma by Jodi Ellen Malpas

“I laugh, relieved that she’s . . . that she simply exists. And that we were lucky enough to exist in the same lifetime, in the same area of the world, in the same state. And that, after all these years, I surprisingly wouldn’t change a single thing about what ultimately brought us together.”

November 9 by Colleen Hoover

November 9 by Colleen Hoover

And let’s appreciate the new tattoo! Looks like birds flying out of the barbwire?

I always wondered why they’ve decided not to replicate the real tattoes from books... maybe because Hardin never explains their actual meanings 🤷🏻‍♀️

“I love them and I always will. I'll continue to cover my body in ink, expressing thoughts that I can't bring myself to actually say. Well, that's not really the case, seeing as they are random shit that have no meaning whatsoever, but they look all right, so I don't give a fuck.”

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"I knew going out of the house was a bad idea. I don't even know why people go out and walk on streets and talk to other people when being alone is just so damn wonderful. When you're alone, no one's staring at you. No one's pointing fingers at you. No one's snickering or stopping you on the street and asking you questions."

Dreams of 18 by Saffron A. Kent

Jeez! THIS BOOK makes me cry nonstop.

I think that Violet is one of my favorite female characters now.

Dreams of 18 by Saffron A. Kent

“Women fall in love quicker than men. Easier and more often. But when guys fall? We go down harder. And when things go bad? When it’s not us who ends it? We don’t get to walk away...

We crawl.”

Tangled by Emma Chase

Every time when I start a new book series I told myself “Honey. Darling. Sweetie. You don’t need this. Don’t do this to yourself.”

Me: “Nah. It’s okay. I can handle.”

Also me after five fucking incredible books of mentioned series: end up cuddling in the corner of my room with red eyes from crying and lack of sleep surrounded with used tissues in a total book hangover and emotionally unstable.

... mentally planning to start it all over again.