A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives one.
You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
You know those times when you are reading a book and you have to throw it accross the room and scream at the top of your lungs because the author is the worst and you hate them, but then ten minutes later you pick it back up and forgive them and continue read it until another one of these things happens
Reblog if you actually like reading.
It’s weird when people don’t like reading…
I actually have a couple of friends who have told me that they’ve never read a book. It’s so, so, so, strange when I hear that. How did you get through elementary school? middleschool?!??!?! HIGHSCHOOL? Without books? How do you get through your Winter break? Summer break??? Weekends? I just don’t get it.
HELL YES I WOULD!!! BOOKS, FOOD, AND ART FOR EVERYONE! RANDOM DANCE PARTIES! PUPPIES! PUPPIES EVERYWHERE! CRAWLING ON YOUR FACE WHEN YOU’RE SAD! THIS IS MY KINGDOM!
SARA WHY AREN’T YOU THE PRINCESS OF EVERYTHING I WANT TO LIVE IN THAT KINGDOM EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT IS THE BEST THOSE ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT THINGS IN LIFE WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD THAT THIS ISN’T WHAT IS.