2022 Books With Aro And Ace Characters

You have to feel your best to perform your best. You can be the hardest fucking worker in the room but if you feel like shit inside, you’ll struggle to reach the levels you’re working hard for.

Get your heart right.

Get your environment right.

Get your mind right.

Then put in the work. 

omg i have been dying to find fruity desi ppl 😭

are here any cool fruity ass desi people here??

Asexual Lesbians only have 4 moods...

- Constant yearning for a gf

- Trying to fit in both the lesbian community and the asexual community

- Doubting one identity or the other constantly

- Calling yourself a lesbian because you don't want to keep lecturing people on asexuality

what are some of your favorite lesbian books?

some of these have bi characters but if there’s romance involved they’re f/f, also this is not in any particular order i was just going down my goodreads,,,

ya —

not my problem by ciara smyth

her name in the sky by kelly quindlen

the falling in love montage by ciara smyth

the last true poets of the sea by julia drake

the miseducation of cameron post by emily m danforth

na/adult —

girls of summer series by kate christie (not finished with this yet but so far it’s good!)

one last stop by casey mcquiston

endgame by zoe reed

those who wait by haley cass

written in the stars by alexandria bellefluer

plain bad heroines by emily m danforth

everything leads to you by nina lacour

the athena protocol by shamim sarif

the seven husbands of evelyn hugo by taylor jenkins reid

James Baldwin, from Giovanni’s Room

(transcript below cut)

”One of these days,” he said. “Everything bad will happen—one of these days.” “Why is it bad?”


He smiled, “Why, you will go home and then you will find that home is not home anymore. Then you will really be in trouble. As long as you stay here, you can always think: One day I will go home.” He played with my thumb and grinned. “N’est-ce pas?”


“Beautiful logic,” I said. “You mean I have a home to go to as long as I don’t go there?”


He laughed. “Well, isn’t it true? You don’t have a home until you leave it and then, when you have left it, you never can go back.”


“I seem,” I said, “to have heard this song before.”


“Ah, yes,” said Giovanni, “and you will certainly hear it again. It is one of those songs that somebody somewhere will always be singing.

Annie Ernaux, from A Girl's Story

Text ID: her desire and madness, her idiocy and pride, her hunger and her blood that ceased to flow.

sometimes I think about how for a very brief moment even lee dongsik's best friends of 30 years suspected that he could be the murderer and how it just displays how lonely dongsik was even in the company of his near and dear ones. the implications of him giving his all to them but his trauma and grief and his reaction to these creating a wall between him and his beloveds, separating him from them, sowing the seeds for suspicion in a bond lasting multiple decades. I wonder how dongsik reacted when he learnt that they suspected him too, i wonder if he would've bitterly laughed it off thinking how it was logical for them to think that way that it was common sense for jihwa and jeongjae to point the needle towards him. why? well because isn't he the resident suspect, isn't he crazy enough to do it, isn't that who he is.

but the truth is he is not. i wonder if even as he bitterly laughed a needle would've struck in his heart, if he would've thought why can no one ever trust me. what is it that I did that even my own friends can consider the option of suspecting me.

they're in love. it's not even subtle at this point

i am, indeed, SCREAMING.

being in my 20s is like I understand more of my mother and less than i ever have. My childhood friends are strangers to me and there’s no one i know better. i want to drink wine. i never stopped wanting to climb trees. i know more than I’ve ever known before. I don’t know anything at all. i’m seven years old and sixteen and twenty nine and seventy. I can’t tell when i'm happy. I think the only thing that will make me happy is to be little again. i want to be really old. i go to the ocean and feel like nothing matters more than that. in my bedroom everything matters so much. I go to the grocery store every day. i know how to cook a lot of things but the only thing i know how to eat is fried eggs. I can take care of myself but i want to be taken care of. i want to go home and I don't know where that is. i think it may be somewhere inside of me but i’m not sure