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Now what truly makes me curious is what’s behind those beautiful brown eyes…

It is really hard for me to understand his intentions. Sometimes he’s cold and crude with me but there are also times when he is calm, soft and he even initiates affection towards me. Because of this, exactly I am dubious of his actions.

As in, do you love me or do you not love me?

I don’t want to continue living like this anymore; loving you while I’m trying to understand what’s worth doing and what not. I’m in a conflicting position with insecurities that I never had before but finally you had the urge to make me have them. It’s outrageous to think that I love you but at the same time I hate you. And I’m not particularly talking about that kind of hate that engulfs your very being and claims your soul, plaguing it with negative faith. No, I’m talking about that moment where one’s behaviour is so beautifully wrong, making you infatuated to it in a way that brings you to respectfully hate that person. But make no mistake, dear readers, hating that person doesn’t mean that I’m not burning with a raging fire within my heart and mind, roasting those little rational thoughts that have been remaining in my tiny skull, instead I am suffering in misery while stopping this hate towards this person, because it’s paradoxically sweet of him to have that demeanour with me.

I’m the one to blame. Because I never ceased to live without him in my routine. As in I dived into his lifestyles and matched my own rhythms to his, sacrificing my freedom and empowerment. Isn’t this such a cruel world?

Perfect cruel rational world. That seeks to confine us into narrow roles and expectations, and we defy those limitations. At least that’s what a normal person seeks to proceeding.

Instead, I am doing the opposite. Aren’t I ashamed of my own actions and ambitions? I seek to have a love life and I search for it in every single corner of the streets I walk through. But, I’m absolutely not embarrassed of my intentions, I am exhausted of all the limitations imposed upon me by an outdated script of delusional MEN of an old fashioned world. Now, I come from a quite antique century too, but I never seek to follow these outdated “laws”…

But he is the man of his times, the one that lives in danger and commands his inferiors, putting them to submission and protecting his dear ones.

I am one of his dear ones. His first priority. He has proven it to me. Several times. And I’m not talking about something that happened some years ago… No, I’m talking about two days ago;

We were seated in the back seats of our car, the driver could not particularly listen to our conversation, but we were having a small quarrel about something that had no means to whatsoever… But he was getting angry, not at me but he had been bothered by several affairs that day and he had no patience whatsoever to deal with tiny little stupid issues that I created in the moment just because I wanted a bit of his attention…

He raised his voice at me. He had never done it before.

And at that moment, I turned my head and looked out of the window. He stopped his sentence. And stopped talking.

When we arrived home, I waited for him to open my door and I got out the car. With my head raised, I was headed to the door. He followed behind me. Stayed behind me. Never dared to say something to me.

Once inside our room, I closed the door and only said one word “Out”.

The next morning I woke up, did my usual routine and headed to my kitchen to have breakfast. I saw that he had already prepared breakfast for me. And then, he had went to meet his men.

After that I had gone out for a stroll in my garden.

I had thought I had been all alone. But there was a presence behind me. That person put their hand to my mouth and blocked my arms, locking them behind my back. I didn’t fight.

My husband came. Out of nowhere. He was there. And he shot that other man in the middle of his forehead.

Unbothered, I turned around and got back to clean my hands in the bathroom. He comes behind me too. He cleans his hands after me and he dries them.

I feel his hard and big arms gripping my waist and hugging me to himself. And I melted in his sculpted body. I turned my head to his head and softly pecked him to his lips…

You see? How could I ever hate him? He is my sweet, perfect, dangerous Salvatore.

My only boss and my husband.

I think I have a book problem

Here's some things that I struggle with because I love books way too much! 1. Bookstores kill me and my poor wallet. 2. I fall in love with characters in stories, and end up with my heartbroken even though this character never knew me and doesn't even exist! 3. I get way too attached to fictional characters! 4. I will loss so much sleep over a book, whether it's trying to figure out what's going to happen next, or continuously reading books late at night even though I really need sleep! 5. Needing to do home work and end up just reading my books. 6. Losing track of time reading and ending up late for important events. 7. Some times I'll start thinking about my books and stories and end up day dreaming about them and end up getting in trouble at school for not paying attention. 8. I cry to much over books. 9. I find my self relating myself and all my friends to characters in my books. 10. I'm running out of space for all of my books! And there are 10 problems I have because I love books way too much!

For me, it’d probably be Stephen King.

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.

— J.D. Salinger.

Guysss chapter 5 of Skyborn is out!! Check it out!!

I’m a slytherin guy

Now I want to tell you something about my Hogwarts House - Slytherin.

 As is well known, Slytherin represents ambition, pride and cunning.

Again and again when I make the test on pottermore and many others, it came out that I'm a Slytherin. My big brother said it suits me very well because I'm very cunning and smart. But I don’t know what to say much about that. ;D But what I can say is that I'm really ambitious. For example in my studies. I have a lot to study and to read a lot of books, although I can't really call that "struggling through the books" because I actually love reading books. Sometimes it's just very exhausting, but I'm interested in what I'm doing. And that gives me strength and, above all, ambition to learn the material I have to learn. xD

But even in everyday life I often prove to myself that I am ambitious, because I often discover things for myself, these become my hobby and I am ambitious to create something for it. Like teaching myself healing herbalism, you know - herbs and mushrooms and stuff.. ;D But even though I'm writing a book, I'm still ambitious to finish it. I also showed a lot of emotional ambition, especially when I was a teenager. Ambition just gives you so much power. More power than you think you have at first. I keep noticing that in myself.

Anyway, I'm very happy and proud to be part of the Slytherins. I like all aspects of Slytherins. Good or bad, I love Slytherins. In the end, it's just an incredibly great and magical story. If I were at Hogwarts

I would be extremely and especially interested in Potions at Professor Snape because I just find potions so magical and mystical. But I would also read a lot about dark arts, magic - stuff like that, oh- AND about Quiddich. Not necessarily because I'd belong to the dark side, although that wouldn't be...let's say- not impossible. xD

Well, at least I would be very interested in mystical, udiscovered, secret and hidden magic, especially in potions. In my free time at Hogwarts, instead of brewing potions and reading books, I would love to play Quiddich. Preferably as a chaser or a seeker. My pet would definitely be my cutie but sometimes evil black cat. <3 My Patronus (I also found that out in the Pottermore test) is a ferret. I think it's great! And most of all I would love to be able to speak Parseltongue and own a snake!! I love snakes!

What about you?

Have a magical day! Ellie ;3

It rains more and more often

But as soon as evening and finally night comes, the rain turns into thick snow, so the rain cannot win. I find such weather very cosy, because then I can snuggle up in my cozy little house with my cat and read books and drink tea♥

- I love tea. And I love books. But most of all I love my cat <3

I really like this picrew of me and my cat in front of my front door. :>

I took a picture of the moon in front of my front door.

Yesterday I was so tired from studying, that I fell asleep on my books...

dreamy winter ❄

I love to hike through this beautiful landscape. Through the snowy forest, past the frozen lake over the white fields with a beautiful sky above. You cannot stop nature in all its beauty. She's unpredictable ...

Studying is always hard - but I want to do my best before Christmas - we can do that!

Hugs doing good

me: *I carry a huge pile of books and suddenly everything falls to the floor and my feet

my friendo: hey do you need help? Let me help you. Did it hurt much?

me: I.. i don't need help thanks.. i'm.., i'm just..., it's just -I really don't need help - thank you.. I.. ugh :C

my friendo: *hugs me tight

me: *warmth spreads inside me and i can smile again

my friendo: I take some of the books - I won't allow you to carry so much heavy!

we: *keep all books together again

my friendo: *some books are almost falling down again

me: *I catch the books and put them on top of my pile

Thanks for your hug. That did very good for me ;3

my friendo: Of course! luv u

"'Look at all the colors,' she said. 'It's like the sky is on fire. Burning up the whole day. Nature has so much power if we just pay attention." - Rebecca Serle, One Italian Summer

Books are letters in bottles, cast into the waves of time, from one person trying to save the world, to another.

- This Is How You Lose The Time War, Max Gladstone & Amal el-Mortar

"I often look for books that are like medicine, that fit my situation and my thoughts, and I read them over and over again until the pages are tattered, underlining everything, and still the book will have something to give me. Books never tire of me. And in time they present a solution, quietly waiting until I am fully healed. That’s one of the nicest things about books."

I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki, Baek Sehee

I study the scene in front of the bus the way I studied my letters in school. Gradually I begin to make out a kind of order in all the disorderness, a pattern to it all. It is like a river, where the currents of buses and trucks and people and animals flow into and around each other. If you look hard enough, chaos turns into order the way letters turn into words

Lakshmi in Patricia McCormick's book "Sold"

there’s this little used book store like 5 min from my house and I just got my drivers license… I fear that this combination of events could have disastrous consequences

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone's bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

Does anyone else get anxiety because they love something too much? Or it's too real?

I can't look at IWWV stuff because I feel it too much. It makes me shake and ache and I can't breathe. It's so dramatic but it's true. The book is too real.

Or I'm looking for a fanfiction and I find exactly what I'm looking for but I immediately have to skip over it because then it'll be gone. But I never go back cause it stresses me out. My 'marked for later' tab is insane.

I get to the last episode of a show I love and I can't watch it cause it gives me anxiety. It can't end.

I find things that are so perfect, that represent me so well, things that I feel in my soul, and I can't partake. It's all too much.

Another book of the day!

Book of the day

The Secret Garden

So about a month ago I did a poll asking you to pick my next read, Anne of Green Gables was the winner.I just finished that book and LOVED it,so I'm asking you again to pick my next read.

So I'm making a poll for you to decide which book I should read

This is my aesthetic

"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb..." he murmured.

Hooked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word.

"What a stupid lamb" I sighed.

"What a sick, masochistic lion."

Sunday at home with Olivia Rodrigo, Miss Sally Rice (Blythe Doll) and a great book (Peter Pan) 💕

What’s a piece of media (book, movie, song, etc.) that completely changed your perspective on life? How did it impact you?

we are but a gentle sin, while you hold the gun against my mouth, while we play dolls in our sandhouse, does the burn remind you of me? sickly red hazes overcoming your greatest tragedies, I'd let you blow my brains out, but I'd also burn your skin right off yes we talk till dawn cracks over the kitchen counter, but it would remind you of a puppeteer and me of skinner's theories.