ohhh i LOVE heartless. i read it like 2 years ago, and i still love it now, the story still tugs my heartstring until now. i'm glad i see more people read that book nowadays. it make sense if you don't remember anything about the queen of hearts in alice in wonderland because there isn't many things about her except the fact that she is a villain. and that's why Marissa Meyer is a genius for making this villain origin story!
And what about our handprints in the cave? an ancient mural drew Picasso's tears where artists’ crowded hands are lipstick shades, unchanged as coral through the passing years. Now Instagram became our monolith. Its silver black reflects our future night. With decadence so vain and ominous it films our packed reflections fueled by likes. But gardens grow to let their daisies fall, and lockers long to shed your photographs. Those aren’t your posters on the breakroom wall. No longer palms are pressed in berries mashed. So paint your hand and let your fingers stretch, and understand our breath and prints are fresh. - a sonnet that I wrote.
Heartless literally broke my heart 😮💨🥹
ohhh i LOVE heartless. i read it like 2 years ago, and i still love it now, the story still tugs my heartstring until now. i'm glad i see more people read that book nowadays.
it make sense if you don't remember anything about the queen of hearts in alice in wonderland because there isn't many things about her except the fact that she is a villain. and that's why Marissa Meyer is a genius for making this villain origin story!
The foam Starbucks drink was the same for me 😂😂 I swear it wasn’t the same the second time I got it 😩 heartless sounds so good!! 😍
Convinced me to read One For My Enemy since I’ve already read Heartless!!
And what about our handprints in the cave?
an ancient mural drew Picasso's tears
where artists’ crowded hands are lipstick shades,
unchanged as coral through the passing years.
Now Instagram became our monolith.
Its silver black reflects our future night.
With decadence so vain and ominous
it films our packed reflections fueled by likes.
But gardens grow to let their daisies fall,
and lockers long to shed your photographs.
Those aren’t your posters on the breakroom wall.
No longer palms are pressed in berries mashed.
So paint your hand and let your fingers stretch,
and understand our breath and prints are fresh.
- a sonnet that I wrote.
Paulina🤍 we miss your videos!! please bring back your book vids🤍
Omg thank you I miss it too!!!😭🩷 I’ll be posting a new one tomorrow!🤭
Love Fantasy books!! I also love Fantasy Romance. If you have any good recs please let me know 😂😅❤
❤📚❤️...I just started Heartless yesterday...so far, I'm really enjoying it. I was happy to see your thoughts and rating, thanks!
Hey I just started my booktube channel. Do you have any tips for starting out? Also I really like your video topics!!
hiii 😁