i want to open a book store that is 24 hours and people can finally go out at like 2am and be like “i just finished the first book in the series i need the next one stat” or if people are just having a stressful night and want to be surrounded by books
My favorite part about this post is that someone understands that it’s calming to be surrounded by books
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
“To be sociable is a risky thing—even fatal—because it means being in contact with people, most of whom are dull, perverse and ignorant and are really with you only because they cannot bear their own company. Most people bore themselves and greet you not as a true friend but as a distraction—like a dancing dog or some half-wit actor with a fund of amusing stories.”—Paul Hoffman; The Left Hand Of God (via laceyruth)
“I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.”—Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi (via minabear0105)
“Texts are secrets. They’re little mementos of inclusion and excitement you can read over and over. They’re letters, journal entries, notes passed in class. Because we like to hold onto words that mean something to us. We like re-read and remember and re-live that moment when he said, “I miss you,” or even just “Merry Christmas” because you know they mean the same thing…And when I text my best friend, “He texted me! ” and she replies, “Yay!”, we’re not a generation lost staring at screens. We’re in corsets being handed scrolls sealed with his coat-of-arms. We’re in sundresses waiting for the postman to drop his letter. We’re on swing sets hoping to circle ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ We’re a million starry eyes still staring at the same starry skies with fingers crossed and hopes high.”—DateByNumbers No Texting, No Exceptions on CollegeCandy (via datebynumbers)
“Every month when I get my period
I breathe a sigh of relief and thank god I’m not pregnant,
‘cause you never know when Jesus is coming back
and you never know who god’s gonna choose
to be the next Virgin Mary
and can you imagine anything more scary
than staring down between your legs
and seeing the little glowing head of baby Jesus?
Holy shit, no thank you.
I mean, what kinda of bumper sticker would you get?
‘Your son’s an honor student? Yeah well, my son walks on water and heals lepers motherfuckers’?
Think of the pressure.
Personally I’d prefer to give birth to Lucifer,
A fixer-upper, the kind of kid who would sit at the last supper
and complain that Peter got more mashed potatoes,
‘cause god knows
the holy have done more damage to this world
than the devil ever could.”—Andrea Gibson (via bound-and-packed)