What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. … Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.
I’m not proud of it but I do it.
The only people who understand me are the ones ont he internet and the ones in my head.
*word of advise don’t say that to your boss. He’s gonna look at you funny for the rest of the meeting.
IF YOU COME INTO MY MOTHERFUCKING BEDROOM AND MY MOTHERFUCKING DOOR IS CLOSED I CANNOT BEGIN TO IMAGINE WHAT WOULD MOTHERFUCKING POSSESS YOU TO LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN WHEN YOU MOTHERFUCKING LEAVE MY MOTHERFUCKING BEDROOM AGAIN LIKE DID SOME MOTHERFUCKER DROP YOU ON YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HEAD AS A CHILD OR ARE YOU JUST A MOTHERFUCKING IDIOT
my love for my otp burns with the heat of 1000 laptops
if you’re confused about what my blog’s really about, don’t worry
i’m confused too