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Maybe it’s just me, but. When I’m reading something and am just flat-out enjoying it, like filled to the brim with glee at the author’s wording or characterization or imagination or ingenuity or pacing, I stop reading. I am so full of excitement and love that I have to stop wherever I am and pace around or do something because Words Are So Damn Cool I need to expend some energy or I’ll explode.

The purpose of life is to get really into stories that drive you so crazy you sometimes feel the need to throw up from how much you love them

sometimes that sad feeling is due to low blood sugar, and sometimes it's from decades of history. not that complex

Cuando el libro está delante de ti por obligación.

bloodlust for peaches and water melon. figs and cherry tomatoes and crisp tall glass of cold tap water baby i live forever today