“Of course anyone who truly loves books buys more of them than he or she can hope to read in one fleeting lifetime. A good book, resting unopened in its slot on a shelf, full of majestic potentiality, is the most comforting sort of intellectual wallpaper.”—
Anywhere at the moment really. I’m just in the mood for exploring and I wouldn’t mind doing it on my own right at the moment. Normally I would say I’ll take my best friend with though (she won’t take offence, because we understand each other).
Going on tumblr at stupid hours in the morning. Updating twitter as if you're famous. Lusting over men nearly double your age. Ending texts with the Voldemort laugh. Playing air guitar alone. Never wanting to get changed out of your pyjamas. Crying over fictional relationships that aren't actually specified in the stories. Drawing scars on your forehead whilst waving a carved twig around. Trying to deduce things but failing badly. Using 'fandoms', 'flails', 'reblog' and 'canon' in everyday context. Being grammatically correct. Saying 'Forever Alone' as a normal term. Wearing obscure fandom t-shirts. Eating chocolate and regretting nothing. Getting incredibly happy with two notes and new followers. And all the time we do this, we look for fucks and we find none. This is us.