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Do you ever wish you could go back to the first time you read your favourite book?

The book that you could not put down.

The book that, once closed, you couldn’t stop thinking about.

The book that no other book could possibly compare to.

It’s a whole new world opening up for you.

It’s the lack of knowing what is happening that keeps you coming back until you’ve read the last page.

You can always read it again and I’m sure it will be great.

But that first time you read it, it’s unexplainable.

You don’t get that the second, third or fourth time.

You only get that once.

And I think that’s beautiful but so heartbreaking.

People: What do you do for a living?

Me: What i want.

YEP

Growing up is when you realise that your parents disappoint you instead of you disappointing then

Growing up is when you realise that your parents were people just like you, trying to do the best they could in each moment that went by so fast, just the same as you do now, and you are grateful for those moments you shared with them, good and bad, because you realise they shaped you into the unique person you are, and everything you are most proud of about yourself could not exist without them.

— Azar Nafisi // Reading Lolita in Tehran

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