“I Am Homesick For A Place I Am Not Sure Even Exists. One Where My Heart Is Full. My Body Loved. And

absolutely love using the term partner

business partner?

lover?

partner in crime?

good cop bad cop?

all the above

gonna start decomposing soon for so many reasons

reblog to decompose

you know you want to

I hope you find your voice and that it echos to the edge of the universe. If you think it cannot reach that far, I hope you let it try.

I’ll have enough books when they fill my room like the stars fill the sky.

E.V. Fairfall (via bookaddict24-7)

i’m at my bridge and i’m ready to burn it

my tumblr isn't even a blog, it's just a hideous amalgamation of all my hyperfixations from the last decade.

someone tell the grandma to put the sword down

thinking about libraries genuinely makes me want to cry. like that is the pinnacle of humanity right there. we love learning things for their own sake, and we want you to learn it too, in a quiet little place so you can build your own world. the only thing missing is a soup kitchen

This world will never be enough for me. I'll never get to lead an army into battle and drink to our victory. I'm never gonna be the first wanderer to map the skies and lands of an unknown world. But, gods, will I try to. My mind is one of an explorer, a wild soul that cannot be tamed, but can be lost in books, music and poetry. A spirit that is kept alive thanks to the beauty of nature, whose eyes are filled with stars. Such a soul knows no death. I have roamed the Earth since the begging of time, searching for that spark of excitement that will ignite a fire. I have had millenia to adore what I am and what I've conquered and learned, but it will never be enough. I don't want it to be enough. An explorer with no places to go, or no hope to drive them, is dead. Thus, I have given myself to immortality.

Sometimes I read so I don’t have to be stuck inside my mind with my thoughts, sometimes I read when I feel burnt out and feel like giving up and letting go of everything, sometimes I read when I feel like the world is against me and there’s no one I can rely on so I escape to a different world instead. But mostly I read because of the stories I can relate to, to the happiness, sadness, and struggles of people who exist only on paper and in my imagination.