Books = Happiness

i want to see a girl in her mid twenties who has never been kissed

i want to see a girl who is confused because she has literally no experience

a girl that has panic attacks when she thinks of sex and cant stop thinking about what kissing is like while also being terrified of it

a girl who cant figure out her sexuality because she’s never gotten to try

a girl who self destructs because shes terrified of how bigger her baggage gets with age

i’m sick of seeing woman in tv and movies who date and have sex and still have relationship hangups, not because that doesnt exist but because i cant relate to those women

i want to turn on the tv and see a 25 year old woman who has never been with anyone, was genuinely not looked at for a long time and has become terrified of attention, who’s anxiety cheats them out of dating, who greets every birthday with this feeling of dread in the pit of their stomach because they’re getting older and older and it feels weirder and more wrong with every passing year

i know i’m not the only woman like this, but with the way the media is, it’s maybe the most alienating baggage i carry. everywhere i look, it’s weird that this is my experience. i feel ashamed and i feel scared that i one day have to tell a person to their face that i’m am adult who has never had a first kiss. its terrifying and consuming and confusing and awful. you start to believe it isnt meant for you - not just sex, or intimacy, but fucking love itself. because you dont turn on the tv and see people like you. “unlucky in love” means slightly clumsy and loud on dates and fear of commitment. its a quirky girl who probably has had sex with multiple people and just ~cant figure it out~!!!!!

i want a girl who feels so alone because she literally always has been

Now I never got into Pokemon. But all of this hype surrounding Pokemon Go has given me an idea.

And that idea is an app where you turn the real world into the wizarding world.

Think about it.

Make the entire world into a Harry Potter video game. You hold up your phone and all of a sudden there’s a Dementor in the street. Facing him now will surely mean death. So you have to go around the neighborhoods and collect Bertie Botts Beans (again, Harry Potter video game) so that you can exchange them for the Patronus Charm. You can also collect Wizard Cards and can do things to earn house points. (Much like Pottermore.) Along the way, you run into all sorts of creatures and characters. I’m not sure why Bellatrix Lestrange has decided to hang out at your grandmother’s house but you know what, there’s no time to question it, you need to open up your spell inventory and choose the right one to defeat her. Your loyalty is to your house but at the same time, you also want to collect as many beans/cards and defeat as many evil characters as you possibly can. The ultimate goal of the game is to find the locations of the horcruxes so that you can destroy them and defeat Voldemort. 

One day, when we are all old and moving on with our lives, the news is going to come and throw us twenty years into the past. Our past. Things we have forgotten will suddenly become vivid memories- The password to that Tumblr account, the skype friends, the head canons, the fanfiction..

When the news comes, you’ll be with your kids, and you’ll cry harder than you have in your entire life. Because while you are mourning the author, you are also mourning a part of your soul, the part that misses the world you created for yourself around these books, like the writing and the friendships and how raw every single emotion felt because these books taught you how to feel like a part something, because we were a family. And we still are.

When the news comes, you’ll leave the room, your confused children following you to make sure you’re okay. You’ll go into your attic, where there’s a box with everything Potter related that got sealed away for convenience. It’ll now have a permanent spot in your home. 

You pick your house scarf out of the box and wrap it round your neck and you smile through the tears. You hand your kids jumpers with the crest on them and tell them to put them on, before taking the books that made you who you are today and telling your kids that “it’s time for a story” and as you retell the story for the thousandth time, you fall in love with the characters all over again and pass on this feeling to your children. You pass on the legacy.

That night, you let out one more tear and a smile and say your final goodbyes to Joanne Rowling, the woman who wrote. You sleep comforted with the thought that she’s with Lupin and Tonks, Lily and James, Sirius and Fred. And that night? You are not alone, because thousands of adults cry together,  holding the same nine words close to their hearts.

“Eat Your Heart Out” is a series of words remembered from break-ups reimagined as something sweet.

Finish the Fezzik in an hour, your meal is free.

Miracle Max’s Cure for the Mostly Dead is on the menu and its a giant chocolate cakeball.

The servers will sometimes switch your wines after distracting you.

Once again, the librarian and graphic design squad at BiblioBoard have teamed up to deliver you Valentines! 

Happy Valentine’s Day from us! Enjoy, book lovers.