Laura

therapy isn't enough i need to kill mick riva myself

nothing could have prepared me for the amount of tom cruise in this

arthur and linus' ship name is literally anus thank u tj klune

god i hate rich people

not a single braincell used in this entire book

gay

well jesus fucking christ

:')

when your circle small but yall crazy

jude fumbled so hard at the end i don't even have a joke for this

who asked

the final act carried this book HARD

“My schedule for today lists a six-hour self-accusatory depression.” she's just like me fr

“The term ‘incel' wasn't in wide circulation when I wrote this, but Pygmalion is certainly a prototype.” LMFAOOOO

if i took a shot for every stereotype and cliché shit that happens i'd be dead in the first 2 chapters why did i choose to finish this instead

as subtle as a brick through a window. an excessively rigid tale adorned with pop culture references and where the line between the author's individual perspective and the narrative voice is almost indistinguishable. while it does succeed in stirring up discussions, it falls short in delving into a more nuanced storyline. despite all this, i did appreciate how the third act veered into more of a gothic horror type of thing, which made the subsequent ending all the more disappointing to me.

boring white guy gets superhuman abilities and doesn't make a single smart or logical decision throughout the whole book but somehow the women are the villains in this? fuck off

“Love is a quiet, reassuring, relaxing, pottering, pedantic, harmonious hum of a thing; something you can easily forget is there, even though its palms are outstretched beneath you in case you fall.”

rent was due. eviction notice at the front door. stephen king sat down and said alright, i'm gonna create one of the best villains in literature and boy did he fucking deliver

IM FREE!!!!! WORST EXPERIENCE OF MY FUCKING LIFE

i'm still trying to process this

trees are being chopped down to print literal wattpad fanfiction are yall not ashamed

“They were small, careful birds, chirping in a language only they knew. A language of pain and memory.”

an outstandingly beautiful and heartbreaking book from start to finish. this one will stay with me for a while

no offense but whoever described this book as “ferris bueller's day off with murder” should try reading some actual good murder mysteries and THINK before getting my hopes up like that

i miss two weeks ago when i hadn't read this book and my heart wasn't completely and utterly shattered