Punish the man who hurt me,” Salome ends the poem Salome, Redux, and Mouthful of Forevers is at its heart a collection about exactly that – the rebellion and fight of girls and women. That’s what von Radics’ poetry is about – it is no coincidence that her poetry references women of the past and present, ones whose names are well known and those whose have been forgotten, aside from – of course – her own self. namjoon!” snaps yoongi from the doorway. “if you don’t tell me where to put this shit, i’ll put it in your room and then you’ll be cranky.” A Princess Bride wedding reading from the book itself? Inconceivable! Only the impressive clergyman knew about this particular passage from the book version of The Princess Bride. You'll find lots of awesome ceremony fodder from the movie, too, but this time we've got a Princess Bride reading with a literature vibe. Shall we see it? (Anybody want a peanut?) I couldn't resist! On to the reading... Read More then it’s this: jeongguk goes to rehearsals. he meets ghosts. he writes a contract, because he doesn’t know what making yoongi pretty will entail—he mentions having to go away after the sword is pulled, and maybe that means he’ll have business to attend to somewhere else. maybe it means he’ll have to give the sword to someone else, another goblin who will be punished the same way he was. so jeongguk writes a contract, detailing everything yoongi must agree to after the sword is pulled. what else could he be?” asks jeongguk, knowing that seokjin likely has the answer—he always has all of the answers. and ghosts just know things.

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he says i’m not the goblin’s bride,” says jeongguk; he can’t help pouting as he sits in the middle of his bed, wrapped up in a blanket. seokjin sits next to him, and jeongguk pretends that he can feel seokjin petting his hair or something comforting; just having him here is good enough, but jeongguk always wishes there was more. The good news is you survived. The bad news is you're hurt and no one can heal you but yourself. You just have to find a stiff drink and a clean needle before you bleed out. And then you get up. And start over.

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but tomorrow never really comes—jeongguk asks the next day, but yoongi refuses. and the next and the next and the next—each day, yoongi finds another excuse for jeongguk to not pull out the sword. let’s go to canada instead, he says, and jeongguk can’t argue with it as they walk the streets and eat meat together and hold hands. let’s watch a movie instead, he says, and jeongguk happily eats his weight in popcorn. let’s just sleep today, he says, and jeongguk lets yoongi nap while he explores the house. as he runs into namjoon and finds that yoongi was right for the most part—he’s harmless, despite being a grim reaper. he does have nice dimples, like jimin said. Sooner or later we begin to understand that love is more than verses on valentines, and romance in the movies. We begin to know that love is here and now, real and true, the most important thing in our lives. For love is the creator of our favorite memories, and the foundation of our fondest dreams. Love is a promise that is always kept, a fortune that can never be spent, a seed that can flourish in even the most unlikely of places. And this radiance that never fades, this mysterious and magical joy, is the greatest treasure of all — one known only by those who love.” Within this blessed union of souls, where two hearts intertwine to become one, there lies a promise. Perfectly born, divinely created, and intimately shared, it is a place where the hope and majesty of beginnings reside. Where all things are made possible by the astounding love shared by two spirits. As you hold each other’s hands in this promise, and eagerly look into the future in each other’s eyes, may your unconditional love and devotion take you to places were you’ve both only dreamed. Where you’ll dwell for a lifetime of happiness, sheltered in the warmth of each other’s arms.” he’ll die,” says namjoon. “that was always the point of this. the goblin’s bride can pull out the sword, and the goblin will no longer be enslaved to this world. he won’t have to suffer anymore.” don’t test me,” huffs jeongguk. he makes his way over to the couch, collapsing next to yoongi and pushing his bottom lip out in a pout. “please grant my wishes, hyung. oh, also—i don’t think you’re a ghost anymore.”

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jeongguk narrows his eyes at yoongi, tries to see it—is yoongi the sort to be able to protect souls? is he the sort to go out of his way to do so, to make people happy, to live through whatever the universe or god decides he should suffer? it’s impossible to know. in their few meetings, yoongi has revealed so little about himself. he could be suffering from a thousand years worth of pain and sadness, or he could just… be like every other human on the planet, and suffering because that’s what humans do. now, he pretends that he isn’t alone. isn’t lonely. it should be sad that he’s alone on his birthday, but he’s used to it now. used to all of the terrible fortune that has come his way, but—now he’s determined. if there’s someone listening, he’s determined. i saw him four days ago, too,” says namjoon with a shrug. “he showed me that suit you bought him and whatever, and we talked about the sword.” Dmitriy Samohin from Odessa, Ukraine seems to literally paint on skin with ink and needles.… Janet Carrhe used to write letters to his mother all of the time when he was a kid, after she died—he knew they’d never get to her that way, but it felt better than just talking. so he writes a letter to her this time, because so much has happened in the past few months that he hasn’t been able to tell her: meeting yoongi, meeting jimin, finally landing a lead role in a play set to open in a few more months. he blushes as he talks about yoongi, unable to help it—and maybe that’s a bad sign. he looks at the maple leaf he’s brought with him, thinks about yoongi’s words. what is even the point of being the bride?” grumbles jeongguk. “i have to deal with his dumb ass all the time. he’s so— annoying.” so he explores the hotel. exploring is more of him walking around and trying not to touch things, because he’s afraid of breaking them, but he finds a mailbox—maybe not in use, but. close enough. he grins as he grabs a piece of paper from the pad on top of the mailbox and one of the pens, getting to work. i’ve always been able to see the sword,” says jeongguk. “that’s why i thought you were a ghost. i thought you were dead.” I LOVED For Those Like Me, with Hearts Like Kindling, That Spring Everything Grew Wild and the Rain Came Down Like Punishment, Morning Haiku, Mermaid, The First Time You Washed Up at Our Door.

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grim reaper,” says jeongguk. they’ve had enough conversations over the past few months that he’s not uncomfortable around namjoon—in fact there’s something strangely endearing about namjoon despite his close association with death. he knows, too, that namjoon and jimin have been getting closer, despite the danger of it—and despite namjoon apparently not knowing how to date. jimin ranted for half an hour just last week about namjoon’s inability to use a damn phone, but jeongguk doesn’t think it’s his place to comment.hyungs!” yoongi stops, hands curled into fists as he looks sideways to see taehyung standing beside them, a look of pure distress on his face. “both of you stop fighting. this isn’t about either of you—it’s about jeongguk. if he really is gone, then we need to find him.” This book is the first full collection of poetry by the uber talented Clementine von Radics. Her words are raw, dripping with honesty and truth. And yet, they give you a strange form of comfort. I have been waiting for this book. I got an early copy via NetGalley (with much thanks) for advance reading. I was so happy. Let's find you some awesome readings, wedding poems, and romantic song lyrics for your second marriage. how did you…” begins yoongi, but jeongguk isn’t paying attention. he’s too busy trying to figure out where they are without leaving yoongi’s side, still clutching onto his sleeve as he peers at the people around them. someone walks past them speaking a different language—not english or korean.