I’m one of those people that you have to keep your eye on or I’ll wander off into the woods and forget to come back.
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?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
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Fuck
I’m sitting on the opposite side of the glass window, watching the only true romantic love I’ve ever seen spiral down the toilet. I feel helpless and trapped and completely bitter and fuck.
