I want to go to a bookstore and sit there and read and have a boy walk up to me and comment on the book I’m reading and then he’ll sit down with me and talk to me about it and then we’ll fall in love and get married and read books together like is that too much to ask
My brain just broke.
On the scale of 1 to 10: you are a 9 & I am the 1 you need.
This makes me so angry and I don’t know why.
that awesome moment when you finished reading a really good book and you see it at a store then you cunningly smile at it as if you had an affair with it.