Booklover-sleeplover - Really Obsessed About Everything.

Maki Naro @ The Nib

While I fully appreciate the portability and other conveniences that ebooks provide, that will never quite replace the unforgettable experience of dropping an 800 page hardback on your foot

You know you have a type when you are on a rode trip reading Fahrenheit 451 and listening to Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz.

It was her, the strange human girl he’d once seen in the Unseelie weapon’s room. Dark hair, eyes the colour of the sky he only partially remembered. A murder of crows circled in the sky behind her. Not a photograph, but a drawing, done with a wistful hand, a sense of love and longing emanating from the page. A name was scribbled in a corner: Drusilla Blackthorn.

“It belonged to my mother,” Kit said. “Jem and Tessa gave it to me a while ago. I found it again this morning. I’d forgotten about it.”

“It’s so pretty,” Livvy said.

Kit said, “I’d give it to you if I could. She used it to summon Jem and Tessa to her side when she was attacked. In the end, it didn’t save her. So I guess I have a grudge against it.”

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I’ve mentioned this before and I will do so again:

I think the drawing that Ash kept of Drusilla and the necklace Kit gave to Ty, will play a significant role in their relationships in the future.

They are symbols of hope, protection, longing and most importantly, love.

I’m sure both Ash and Ty will find some solace in what they’ll be holding onto for the next three years.

When your weird obssession has become apparent to everyone but you just don't c are because this is so FREAKING AWESOME!!!! Thank you!!😁😁

A Hope x Landon board I made and am dedicating to @booklover-sleeplover who I’ve noticed has liked a lot of my post and also has a really cool blog and loves Handon.

Watership Down (1978) dir. Martin Rosen

“I don’t know which one aches more, the soft-epilogue or the harsh prologue”

— thoughts #245 | r.m

gonna try to get some tasks done today

You’re on your own, kid. You always have been.

HAPPY 33RD BIRTHDAY TAYLOR SWIFT! — December 13, 1989

This made me cry

the waterloo letters: an excerpt

if i could spread it out on my desk, i’d find the corner of your mouth where it pinches with my fingers, and i’d smooth it away and you’d be marked with the names of saints like all the old maps. i got the nomenclature now - saint’s names belong to miracles.

give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart. there’s so much of you.

fucking yrs,

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