my life consists of rereading books that already ripped my heart out, looking for books that are cold-blooded enough to rip my heart out and then talk about these books 24/7 while ripping my own heart out because im a masochistic idiot who loves pain
I’m just like:
Sometimes i realize i am so SO lucky to live in this period of time. I mean, I can buy books. I can read books. I can own them and read them as many times as I want to.
This is amazing.
…. I’m trying to imagine my life without books and now I need to take a moment. Horror. Bless Guttemberg&co.
when you have to wait for the next book in a series and it’s ended with a cliffhanger