Posted 2 days ago
A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called β€œleaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.
Posted 2 days ago
Posted 2 days ago
I am so sorry to all the people I hurt while I was hurting.
Posted 2 days ago
ricardology:

He cold as hell for this.

ricardology:

He cold as hell for this.

Posted 5 days ago
Posted 5 days ago

guys i feel as ignored as

  • a white crayon
  • the first piece of bread
  • internet explorer
  • the terms of agreement
  • 18+ warning
  • Kevin Jonas
  • the fourth girl in spring breakers
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