Coffee As An Act Of Love

“yes, I’ve been wanting to read that!” I say with complete earnestness, as I proceed to ignore every opportunity I have to read it

reading isn't enough I need to swallow the book whole

@academia-lucifer

there's nothing more comforting than picking up an old book and immediately reemerging yourself into the story. a book that feels familiar, a book that feels like home, a book that feels like the warm embrace of an old friend. you read the first page and all of those feelings come back- the excitement, the wonder, the awe. what were you going through when you first read these words? how much have you grown? you reread the same paragraphs. you reattach yourself to the characters. you reimagine the setting and the descriptions and is it different? or is it all the same? are you different? are you the same? who do you want to be?

I completely blame literature for my romanticisation of murder.

idk i just wanna sit in a dark library at night in the candlelight wearing an oversized sweater and exchange glances over my book to my lover while the rain pours outside and feel at peace with the world

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“On the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and I wanted to look at you.”

– Mahmoud Darwish