What's been happening

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 Soooooo....


Part of me kinda forgot I had this account🙈

Been pretty busy with college and work.

So I've been reading a lot,my tbr list is incredibly long ( as it should be).

I've decided that Throne of Glass is by far my favourite book series by Sarah J Maas it's just chefs kiss🤌🏻

As of now 22:34 I'm reading Quicksilver,let me just say that I realise I have a thing for Fae men and shadows👀 ( Xaden Riorson is the exception)

I've realised that I missed writing here, it'll be like my diary from now on.


Oh oh I've also joined a Insta group with one of my favourite Wattpad authors CJ Adler ,she wrote Pause ,Rewind ,Fast Forward and currently Play. I've read the 1st book for the 1st time in 2015 and then magically last year during one of the Radish lives we started talking about a fan group with CJ in it.

I've grown really close to some of those people in the group, we talk about our lives,have weird nicknames,share recipes, banter,argue, it's fun.

We're so different but have so much in common. It's amazing learning from them,feels like I gained a whole new family. I hope we have this group for a long time

Here's to TRYING to start sharing more and being more open.

My goal for this week: Complete my assignments before the due date and be proud of the effort I put into it.


                                Talk soon. R.S.M 💜

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