I Read. Obsessively. Because, When I Read, There Is Purpose To My Loneliness.

idk broskis i think aglamation sounds better than amalgamation even if it’s not a word

I'm once again fighting the urge to fake my death and move to a small city and open a little florist shop or cafe filled with books

gonna start decomposing soon for so many reasons

reblog to decompose

you know you want to

I like how the only times I go on tumblr is to recover from books that mentally destroyed me

dear author of my life,

respectively, what the actual fuck

me: *finishes a book*

me: it's time to go on tumblr and reblog every post about the book

Someone better tell me my beauty never ever scared them or I’m suing

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 always say i want to go home but i am at home, in my house. but i guess home isnt a place, its a feeling.

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.