This is definitely not my first post, but she’s completely true about everything else jadedtears:
Hi! This is my first post. Life has an interesting way of letting you know just how vulnerable and fragile we are. All one can do is think happy thoughts and then continue to live life without realizing that we walk on egg shells.
Every time that I walk into a bookstore, this overwhelming desire to buy out the entire store sweeps over me, and when I leave, my heart constricts painfully, squeezing inside my chest in regret. Leaving all those books behind can only be described like this: the feeling of losing your closest friends.
Finding a new book to read is like planning a new vacation. Where do I want to go next? Travel as a mercenary in the Sahara, or maybe encounter court intrigue in 17th century England. It’s an adventure, a beautiful paradise, where I can escape reality if only for a moment.
“Real life is physical. Give me books instead. Give me the invisibility of the contents of books, the thoughts, the ideas, the images. Let me become part of a book… . an intertextual being: a book cyborg, or, considering that books aren’t cybernetic, perhaps a bibliorg.”—Scarlett Thomas - The End of Mr. Y (via depressedguyswithguitars)