I just love books and libraries and the smell of books and complete silence except the sound of someone flipping the pages and i just love words and paper and fictional characters and all the feelings my destiny is to live inside a bookstore
I am honestly so much more content sitting in my room alone at night smiling and crying to myself as I watch my favorite tv shows, than being out in the uncomfortable situation that involves me pretending to be having the good time of my life with boring people, who don’t know a thing about me, who don’t care about me, who do pointless things.