“I have lived a thousand lives and I’ve loved a thousand loves. I’ve walked on distant worlds and seen the end of time. Because I read.”— George R.R. Martin
I watched the contents of his soul for a moment and saw a black-painted boy calling the name Jesse Owens as he ran through an imaginary tape. I saw him hip-deep in some icy water, chasing a book, and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor.
things i should not be buying: books
things i am buying: books
still upset that the films never acknowledge that Peeta loses a limb in the first arena and goes through the Quarter Quell with a prosthetic leg
or that Katniss has suffered permanent hearing loss in one of her ears and now requires a hearing aid
or, you know, the Avoxes
I love how book lovers reward themselves with finishing a book by buying more books.
Sometimes we don’t even finish before buying more. We tend to congratulate our selves for buying books by buying more books.
Books = Awesome.
I tilt back my head and look at him under my eyelashes. “You think to bed me for love and not for children? Isn’t that sin?”
His arm comes around my waist and his palm cups my breast. “I shall make sure that it feels richly sinful,
Edward IV to Elizabeth Woodville
― Philippa Gregory, The White Queen (via lucrezialoveshercesare)