Sirius: I Don’t Think I Can Mansplain, Manipulate, Or Malewife Our Way Out Of It This Time.

Getting a bronchitis at this time of the year makes me feel like a character in a Russian novel, going through fever and hallucinations while breaking in cold sweat.

Reaper is everything.

The respect he had for the other tributes. The grave he made for the fallen tributes. He was completely exposed and could have been killed by anyone, but recognizing those kids and respecting them the way they deserve was more important to him. The way he tore down the symbol of the government that was supposed to protect them, and used it to cover the bodies of the kids it failed so badly. His calm demeanor. The love he had for his sick and fragile district partner. The love he had for Wovey. The way he protected those gentle souls the best he could. He didn't even try to fight. He knew he wasn't going to kill any of these kids. He's the original revolution. He wasn't going to play the capitol's games. He didn't let them turn him into something he's not. He is everything good.

No one gets nemesis and hate-based relationships like V. E. Schwab. Nobody.

It's about the intimacy. It's about the knowing one another even if you don't like one another. It's about how respect doesn't necessarily soften into affection or friendliness. Or conversely, how the deeper the friendship, the more twisted the hate once it's corrupted. It's about your reflection being the most like you but also your polar opposite. It's about having someone who fits the negative space in your life like you fit theirs.

Moment of realization: Kafka was just like any teenage girl trusting her best friend to burn her diary and phone when she dies.

“But you prefer the worldly life, While the Hereafter is better and more enduring.”

{87:16-17}

“in between my hips is a poem, which only a poet can read.”

— rune lazuli

"يا من دبر ليوسف أمره، دبر لي أمري وأصلح حالي، اللهم اقض حاجتي وفك كربتي وآنس وحدتي وفرج همي ."

“Give me your mornings, give me your sun and when it sets, give me your dark nights too cause I’m ready for anything from you.”

— Reema Tabra