It's The Hope That's Killing Us

bark bark bark🐶

aduh aduh aduh

I want to cut

“Feyd-Rautha. He is psychotic.”

But, for me he is iconic.

I can bark Lance, I swear😭💥😵❌

kiss me hard before you go

I never asked for it. I never asked to be an adult!

angel baby 🥹

How are you doing there? Are you still hanging on? This is so hard, a life. I regret it. I regret that when I was a kid, I could think that being a grownup would fix all my problems. But the reality is that growing up is a problem. You face everything—every little thing that you've never faced before. A million times I tell myself, It will be ok; everything will pass; I can get through this. But, I know, it's not easy; it's even hard. You go walking on the rocky path, and you bleed a lot. (But everything will pass, right?) Mum told me to follow the flow, but the flow was too strong for me; it washed me, but not to the shore; it washed me deeply to the depths; it makes me can't breathe; I'm out of breath. Mom, I can't figure it out.

I've been in a reading slump this past month. In April, I just finished one book. And the excitement feeling returned these few days; I finished one twisted book and continue to read another. I didn't expect that this Daisy Darker book by Alice Feeney would make my eyes burst. I thought reading this book would erase the usual feeling I get when I read a thriller or twisted book. But expect the unexpected; many feelings arise. I enjoy the plot very well and get along with the story. Tagging the perpetrator and then getting furious and excited at the same time when the story passes more pages. And the few last chapters really left me with sadness, rage, and tears. The reason behind the action that is sometimes so cruel can be as pure as cotton. It was just amazingly unexpected for me. I even tried to hold back my tears while writing this. The last thing that I want to say is that it's really worth your time, and you need to give it a chance!