i'm currently navigating the road of life as best i can. i spend most of my time sleeping, reading, or trying to filter through the stories in my head.
i am random, make sudden leaps in logic, and do/say most things because they amuse me.
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Reblog if you actually like reading.
Source: dead-of-night
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Leer un buen libro es como emprender un viaje… nos aventuramos?
Source: bibliocolors.blogspot.com
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Some kids’ big moment of disenchantment was when they didn’t get a letter from Hogwarts. Mine was when I realized that being a preternaturally gifted reader at a young age did not mean I would discover latent telepathic skills just like Matilda.
Source: fadingchildhoodmemories
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When someone asks me what my favorite book is, I just stare at them. Having to pick a book from all the ones you read already is like having a ton of kids and only picking one to feed while you let the others starve.
Source: askingannamarie
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Obviously, when a beloved character dies, it will create a different emotional effect on a reader (and on a writer) than if someone nobody cares about dies. But it’s also true that you can sometimes create a beloved character in a handful of words.
Source: crashingthisplane
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When we read, we are not looking for new ideas, but to see our own thoughts given the seal of confirmation on the printed page. The words that strike us are those that awake an echo in a zone we have already made our own—the place where we live—and the vibration enables us to find fresh starting points within ourselves. Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living
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