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obsessing over all the books i want to buy, but being broke so can’t actually buy them

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 just want to live in big oversized sweaters and read while drinking hot coffee and look out at the rain from the comfort of my tiny cozy little home.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

Edgar Allan Poe

“you‘re so quiet” baby i’m not even here. i’m fantasizing about a book i read weeks ago. move on.

“Do you believe in god?" “I’m fascinated by him and his unwillingness to give me mercy.”