Sorry not sorry for the “The Fault in Our Stars” spam, trallalaa.
So many feels. I went through tags for it and just… ah. The quotes and pictures and thoughts of other people. I’m not the only one who had a roller coaster ride of feels while reading this book. That’s the thing about books though. The thing I love the most. How emotionally attached I get to the characters. Like I’m living a new life but not. But I guess I hate it too because when the book ends, I’m suddenly thrown out of the new life that I’ve invested my own into and I’m back to reality and that just sucks. That’s all… I just wanna curl up in my comforter with my book and sob some more.
Okay.
Okay.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are. Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
― Robert Pattinson
I GOT MY BOOOOOKS, AHHHHHHHHHHH!
Ordered books off B&N. Tracked it all day, everyday, every hour. Waited all afternoon since today was the arrival day. Sadly went to rally practice without it. Come back from rally practice and find my little babies waiting for me at the doorstep :’) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Come now.
Can’t wait to get my books. YEYEHEHEHE :) That’s the only thing keeping the sinking feeling in my stomach.
Books.
Like dreams, transport you to universes that temporarily whisk you away from reality. They evoke thoughts and emotions that we tend to evade. Books are companions that share their own story with you, holding back nothing and saying what they know. They are merely letters strung together into words to create sentences, forming paragraphs that pierce the heart and test the mind. They teach you…but only if you are prepared to read between the lines. They ask questions…when we don’t have the courage to question. They give us answers…if we are willing to find them.
We are seemingly books. And books are nothing but us.
We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindness there is at last one which makes the heart run over.
― Fahrenheit 452 | Ray Bradbury
@christineeele
So, you’ll most likely read this. Hey there! You just left my house after getting my books and you looked mighty cute in your traditional wear ;) no lie. I was ready to turn in for the night, but you called me right before I turned the light off, and quite frankly, although I saw you for the total amount of 15 second - maybe less - it was really nice (to see you). I’ve missed your face, hahaha <3
Happy Chinese/Viet New Years. & GOODLUCK with finals and reading, Bishy! I was in a rush with the post-its, and I had like none left because it was so short notice of you dropping by. It would of had more, but yeah…you’ll see.
