ori ♡

The way I’m in bed

i always forget how addicting it feels to read a book and not want to put it down. it happens every time; i should know it by now, should know that i'm going to spend the rest of forever chasing that high, feeling it every time i read a new page or crack a new paperback spine or read a new dedication, but it’s always a pleasant surprise. i think we all know it, right? one more chapter before bed, one more chapter after that, so on and so forth. we all know that the inevitable will happen and we all know we'll will be sucked into the story for the foreseeable future, but we never plan for it. we never schedule it. it's a spontaneous familiarity, like knowing exactly what the crack of lightning looks like across the night sky but still watching through the window in a midnight storm. it's everything i could ever want and it's all that i have at the same time.