I want a boy who takes me on dates to the bookstore and buys me books instead of roses.
paperbacks are easily torn and hardbacks are too expensive
I read like the ink from the book is oxygen and I'm gasping for breath
Abibliophobia: the fear of running out of reading material
I would rather read than go to a party. Apparently, that makes me a nerd but I don't care.
I could be social. or I could read.
(I'm going to read)
Librocubicularist (n) a person who reads in bed
do authors cry when they kill the best characters or...? do they smile and laugh and have tea with satan.
starting a new book before bed is way too risky
"hey what's up?" book prices
reading is just staring into a dead tree and hallucinating
every book you've ever read is just a different combination of 26 letters.
she is too fond of books and it has turned her brain
she read about people she could never be and adventures she could never have
I'm not asking for "and they lived happily ever after!" I'm just asking for "and they lived!"
*squints suspiciously* i like you, new character... *squints more suspiciously* you're going to die, aren't you.
dedication: for all the girls who walk and read at the same time
[AGGRESSIVELY WANTS MORE BOOKS WITHOUT HAVING ENOUGH MONEY]
i accidentally read for 11 hours.
*wakes up*
"where's my book?"
*rips off blankets*
*hears loud thud*
"there it is"
I buy bookmarks because creasing the corners of pages to mark where you left off should be a federal crime.
reading is my therapy, but reading is also why I need therapy. you feel?
straight outta the library
bookmarks are for quitters
I workout so I can carry more books
I put the lit in literature
If I can't take my book, I'm not going
cry over books not boys.
me: damnnn, he's hot
friend: who? where?
me: *points to book*
friend: you can't even see him
me: but gurrrrl, did you read his description
me: this book brutally ripped out my head and tore it to shreds then stomped it into the ground as I drowned in a sea of tears.
also me: here, read it.
If I was an author, I'd go into bookstores and find the shelf with my books, randomly sign one, and then put it back to be sold.
I find it extremely difficult to tear my eyes away from a good book, even if it's 1:35 am and I need to be up at 5.
late night reading:
me: it's getting pretty late. I should probably go to bed.
book: but there's only a little over a hundred pages left...
me: can't argue with that. let's do it
person: they're just fictional characters
me: and you're just a sack of blood what's your point.
me: oh look a bookstore I'll just pop in for a second, I'll just take a look but I can't buy anything.
also me: *walks out of bookstore with 2 new books, 4 being ordered, 6 bookmarks, and an owl*
today i'd like to sit and read
forget i have a job i need
ignore the things i have to do
and just enjoy a book or two
she talked about books with so much passion that you wanted nothing more than to be the character she had so insanely fallen in love with.
