pumpkinpsychosis: Why would anyone paint a book page black and leave some words untouched forming a phrase? Because they’re destructive twats.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.– Victor Hugo (via misswallflower)
SHOULD BE ASLEEP
I have to wake up early in the morning /: WHY?
URGH. If I see one more picture of a book that has been brutally murdered or defaced; I think I may cry. Books are such magical things. That’s probably why I couldn’t bear to buy one of those soulless kindles. Shudder.
Listening to old French music while I wait for my friends to come over /: The boredom is hurting me. TALLLLK TO MEEEE.