book-passion

50 Bookish Questions

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1. What is your favourite book and/or book series of all time?

2. What is the longest book you have ever read? How many pages?

3. What is the oldest book you have ever read? (Based on its written date)

4. What is a book series that everyone else loves but you do not?

5. What book or book series would you like to see turned into a film/ TV series?

6. What is your favourite stand-alone book?

7. What is a book that you feel glad for not reading?

8. What is a book that you feel guilty for not not reading?

9. What is a book you have read that is set in your country of birth?

10. What is a book that you own more than one copy of?

11. What horror book made you really scared?

12. What book do you passionately hate?

13. What is the biggest book series you have read? How many books are in it?

14. What book gives you happy memories?

15. What book made you cry?

16. What book made you laugh?

17. What is your favourite book that contains an LGBTQ+ character?

18. Have you read a book with a male protagonist? What is it?

19. Have you read a book set on another planet? What is it?

20. Have you ever been glad to not finish a series? Which?

21. Have you ever read a book series because you were pressured?

22. What famous author have you not read any books by?

23. Who is your favourite author of all time?

24. How many bookshelves do you own?

25. How many books do you own?

26. What is your favourite non-fiction book?

27. What is your favourite children’s/middle-grade book?

28. What is your next book on your TBR?

29. What book are you currently reading?

30. What book are you planning on buying next?

31. What was the cheapest book you bought?

32. What was the most expensive book you bought?

33. What is a book you read after seeing the movie/ TV series?

34. What is the newest book you have bought?

35. What three books are you most looking forward to reading this year?

36. What is a book you love that has a terrible trope? (Love triangle, etc)

37. Have you read a book in a different language? What was it?

38. What is a book you’ve read that is set in a time period before you were born?

39. What book offended you?

40. What is the weirdest book you have read?

41. What is your favourite duology?

42. What is your favourite trilogy?

43. What book did you buy because of its cover?

44. What is a book that you love, but has a terrible cover?

45. Do you own a poetry anthology? What is your favourite poem from it?

46. Do you own any colouring books based off other books?

47. Do you own any historical fiction?

48. What book made you angry?

49. What book has inspired you?

50. What book got you into reading?

I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.
—  Haruki Murakami
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Ok so time to be a bit dramatic.

I started drawing (like characters and scenes from books and fan art - I’ve technically been drawing since I was a kid) when I read the Percy Jackson and The Olympians series. All I wanted to do was to draw my favorite characters. Percy Jackson also started my love for books and fantasy in general. This was 7 grade. I was 12.

Skipping to 8 grade. 13 years old. My anime phase. I call it a phase bc it burned bright then died down. Not only did I stop reading books for a few months, but my art style also went to: anime. My art teacher actually told me to get out of the anime; that is wouldn’t do me good as an aspiring illustrator. But I ignored her, thinking I could make my own way without help from better artists.

Summer going into 9 grade, 14 years old (a few months after 8 grade ended) I read The Mortal Instruments series. I read those books in under a month along with The Infernal Devices series. It broke me out of my anime stage. I started to find my own style while drawing the characters. It not only shaped my art, but it brought me back into the world of literature that I didn’t realized I had left behind.

Now. 15 years old. Going into my sophomore year of high school. One year later from reading TMI/TID/TDA. My art has improved. Clary and Jace still mean as much to me now as they did then if not more.

If you would have told me when I was 12 that when I was 15, that The Shadowhunter Chronicles would replace PJO/HOO as my all time favorite series, I would’ve called you a liar. If you would’ve shown me I would be drawing this three years later - I would’ve laughed in your face.

But it’s true. This is real. This is me. My art. My passion. Books do change people. But only if you let them.

What traveling has taught me:

-It’s not a race. I was always so bummed about the number of countries I’ve been to compared to other people my age until I understood that the number of places visited is not what traveling is about at all. It’s not important about how many places you’ve been but the depth you’ve explored them. I have been to some beautiful places all around the world that I am insanely grateful for. We can not compare our journeys to others.

-Read books you normally wouldn’t read. Question each line. Watch movies you normally wouldn’t go see. Study the cinematography. Order the meal on the menu you can’t pronounce. This is how you discover new parts of yourself.

-Take care of our earth. We are destroying it faster than we even know. Humans need places that have not been altered or rearranged by man.

-Simplify. Clean. Get rid of shit. We don’t need a lot to live. Oh, and, pack light.

-Walk barefoot. Harden the bottom of your feet. Wear less makeup and dress the way you want. Be comfortable with your natural body. Drink more water. Take care of yourself.

-You have the power to choose love. Love the sky, the stars, the animals, the people, the trees, the street corners. Always choose to love.

-Going alone is okay. If we all waited for someone to travel with us, we’d be waiting for a very, very long time. So, please go even if you have no one to go with. There are millions of people all over the world that are just waiting to meet you. Some of them you’ll meet in a hostel room and you’ll end up spending the night walking through the street markets, some of them you’ll meet at a bar and discover new corners of a city you didn’t know existed, some of them you’ll meet sitting on a bench at a bus stop and you’ll end up sharing the best coffee you’ve probably ever had, some of them you’ll meet watching the sunset on the beach and you’ll end up sharing stories and laughing with them until the morning and some of them will end up being your best friends. And sometimes you’re going to be alone and going on tours, to the movies, or to restaurants sounds scary to do by yourself at first but soon enough you’ll learn that it is completely okay to be alone. Solo does not mean lonely.

-Don’t say you don’t like anything until you try it at least three times.

-Save your change.

-Spend less time on social media. It’s no secret that social media is addictive and it’s really good at taking away precious moments. It’s important to not be glued to your phone or laptop while abroad. Social media will always be there for you when you get home.

-Traveling is overly romanticized. It is very hard work. It does not solve all your problems that you have at home. And traveling is not what it looks like on Instagram.

-When you’re eating, really taste your food. Talk to the locals. Immerse yourself fully into this new culture. When you’re out hiking, let go of your phone. This is how you’re going to get the best experience possible. Live in the moment.

-Take photos. It is physically impossible to remember all these moments in your life. Someday down the road, maybe when you’re feeling a little depressed or bored, you can grab your camera and scroll through these photos that’ll remind you of some of the best times of your life.

-It’s okay to look like a tourist. It’s cool to make mistakes. Don’t be afraid to ask a questions. If you make a mistake, do or say something offensive then and apologize and move on. Your life won’t be over.

-Cheesy souvenirs are never worth it. Collect sea glass, your train tickets, plane tickets, maps, stickers and coins. Chances are those colosseum magnets you bought in rome were really made in china. Support the locals if you’re going to buy souvenirs.

-People are good. I’m sure you’ve heard or experienced this before but the people with nearly nothing are the most giving. We can all learn something from them.

-The world is not as bad and scary as the news makes it out to be.

-Nothing will ever go as you expect it to. Plans go out the door. I learned this the hard way. In fact, I am sure every traveler has learned this the hard way. You’ll miss flights, you’ll get flat tires on road trips, you’ll end up spending a lot more money than you expected, you’ll miss buses, you’ll have to run to trains to get to them on time, I promise you’ll have a dead battery when all you want to do is call mom to make you feel better, the hostel you wanted will be full, your dumb airline will lose all your luggage, things will get canceled and you’ll spend many unexpected nights crying but despite all the struggles that traveling brings upon us, it is always worth it. The tears, sore shoulders and blistered feet are always worth it. There’s no point in getting mad that your plan fell through.

-Everything happens for a reason. If you get an opportunity, take it and if something comes along in your life to change it, let it.

Snufkin

Snufkin is one of the most iconic and popular Moomin character. He first appears in the book Comet in Moominland (1946) and if one of the characters who appears in almost all media; comics, animations, additional stories… Snufkin is the child of Joxter and Mymble, which makes him a younger half-brother of both Mymble’s daughter and Little My. Some adaptations remove his relation to the Mymbles, such as comics and 1990s animated series.


Snufkin was created when Tove Jansson was in a relationship with Atos Wirtanen, a left-wing politician, journalist and cultural critic. Snufkin’s wide smile, pipe and hat are modeled after Atos. Snufkin’s independent and bohemian way of living is similar to both Atos and Tove but it’s also apparent that Tove’s little brother Lars was also a model for Snufkin. Lars has been said to have been the family member Tove was closest to right after their mother.


Snufkin values freedom above all else. Tove herself stated that “freedom is the most important thing”. She described Snufkin’s loneliness as “the good kind”. This is in contrast with Fillyjonk’s “wrong kind” of loneliness. Snufkin’s loneliness is something he chooses for himself. Snufkin does not attach himself to places, possessions or people. He can throw his tent away and is happy just looking at beautiful things rather than taking them with him. Snufkin values his own space where he can concentrate on his melodies. He can sometimes come off as unfriendly because he has a habit of being rather curt with people who invade his peace. For better or for worse, Snufkin is very charismatic and people flock to him to hear his wisdom.


The strongest attachment in Snufkin’s life is Moomintroll. No matter how hard Snufkin tries, Moomintroll and how he misses him will always come to his mind. And Moomintroll will always miss him and wait for him. This is clearly similar to the relationship between Tove and Atos. For Tove, Atos was the center of her world. She was entirely dedicated to their relationship, while Atos was preoccupied with his career and political ideals. Like Moomintroll, Tove was always waiting for Atos to spend time with her.


After Tove’s love for Atos cooled down, they remained good friends until the end. She was able to see his faults in a more critical light but also understood them with humor. Similar friendship after love can be seen between Snufkin and Moomintroll in later stories. It’s still good to remember that Tove Jansson’s style was to write characters and themes inspired by her life rather than actually insert them in her books. Snufkin and his relationship Moomintroll are more likely meant to reflect themes about admiration, dedication and waiting. With some small exceptions, characters in Moomin books are independent and more inspired than based on actual people. This is why Snufkin also is inspired by more than one person.


Snufkin’s character changes a bit as the books go on. This is most likely affected by the stories becoming more mature and Tove’s relationship with Atos changing. In the first books Snufkin is a passionate artist. He tells outlandish stories about himself and is actually happy to meet people. In later publications, this was among the things Tove Jansson fixed. She made Snufkin’s character more consistent and made him more quiet and distant to match his characterization in later books. He is the contrast to Moomintroll’s naivety and has a great effect on Moomintroll’s personal growth.


In Moominvalley In November (1970) Snufkin seems to let go of his aversion to the company of others. His character arc is about realizing that he was always free with the people who loved him because they actually let him do as he pleases. This realization leads him to return to the Moomin’s house even though it’s getting close to winter.

harry potter books rated by how passionate oliver wood is about quidditch
  • sorcerer’s stone: oliver just lets a fresh 11-year-old boy wizard join his team, no questions asked. tells this kid there’s a sport where the balls want to kill you and basically says "good luck out there." known for his long-winded speeches and love for the game. very passionate. solid start. (7/10)
  • chamber of secrets: oliver doesn’t care if there’s a monster on the loose snatching up schoolchildren willy-nilly. YOU CAN'T CANCEL QUIDDITCH. (7/10)
  • prisoner of azkaban: his obsession now borders on manic. he doesn’t care if harry lives or dies. gryffindor finally wins the quidditch cup (probably the crowning achievement of oliver’s life tbh), and there now are no worlds left to conquer. (12/10)
  • goblet of fire: the world cup happens, this is true, but oliver wood has graduated from hogwarts. as a result of this and nothing else, no one plays quidditch the entire year (5/10)
  • order of the phoenix: harry asks if oliver’s been killed because angelina johnson seems to be channeling his spirit. however, oliver wood is playing for the puddlemere united reserve team and is thankfully alive and well. (3/10)
  • half-blood prince: no mention of oliver wood nor his abiding love of quidditch, except for when fred says oliver would’ve murdered the entire slytherin team if he could’ve gotten away with it. we can assume he’s gently caressing a broomstick wherever he is, but the fact remains that we can’t KNOW. (2/10)
  • deathly hallows: oliver takes a quick break from quidditch to fight in the battle of hogwarts. he’s fighting for a new world, a better world—a world where quidditch is allowed to continue existing. very noble. (9/10)
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Draco x Reader Smut- Break (part 1)

Part two  /  Part three  / Part Four

Writer’s Note:
-WARNING= SMUT
(well obviously, you’re here to read this stuff) SWEARING

- (y/n)= your name  ////  (y/h)= your house

Extra:
- I listened to Punk Goes Pop  while writing the sex scene so you might want to do the same to slightly stimulate you more. I was mainly listening to  We Came As Romans “I Knew You Were Trouble” and  ISSUES - “Boyfriend”.

MOOD BOARD FOR THIS CHAPTER

-Word Count= 2,608

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It was December and the whole of Hogwarts was preparing for Christmas. It was one of the most anticipated events in the year- Christmas break. Students were packing their cases in their cosy dormitories. All fires were emitting an enjoyable warmth that made everyone feel less like an iceberg.

You were in your (y/h) dormitory, sitting cross-legged on your four poster bed watching everyone get packed. You were staying at Hogwarts for the holidays as your parents went for a ‘winter break’. Quite a lot of sixth years were staying. One of those was Draco Malfoy, the guy that everyone despised. He was kind of attractive in his own continuously-angry way. He always kept watch on the trio- Harry, Ron and Hermione. They were also staying. Draco was left alone without his own gang, Crabbe and Goyle. Looks like Draco is a solo artist in his stalking mission this Christmas. He had a ‘slight’ obsession with the three Gryffindors; he always tried to get them caught. Whenever something suspicious was occurring, Draco was up and sprinting to Snape’s office. It was as if he was a robot mechanised to report to Snape all the time. 

As soon as every student that was packed and ready for the train left, you went to the library where the trio was hanging out. You walked over to their table to say hi and ask how they were since you had to socialise with someone during this rather boring Christmas.

“Oh…erm, hey (y/n)! Staying for Christmas are you?” Ron stuttered whilst trying to close up the book he was so passionately reading. 

“Yeah, I am. How did you guess?” You couldn’t help being sarcastic when Ron asked such a pointless question. Ron blushed and turned back to looking at the cover of his book while Harry and Hermione laughed at your remark. You felt bad for making fun out of Ron so you quickly apologised and left them to their thing. You were walking through the aisles of books when all of a sudden you felt a determined tug on your shoulder. The force of the tug made you bump into a bookshelf behind you. To your surprise, Draco was standing there, impatiently looking at you and the mess you just caused. 

“What the f-” you were cut off by Draco dragging you out of the library discretely but confidently so that Harry, Hermione and Ron didn’t notice anything. You tried to question him but Draco just squeezed your wrist even more to indicate for you to keep quiet. He guided you all the way outside to the Forbidden Forest. It was freezing cold and  you weren’t wearing appropriate clothing. You were wearing just a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt while Draco wore pretty much the same as you but he was wearing a black shirt and coat with his black jeans. His pale skin and platinum blond hair faded in with the glistening snow. His blue eyes looked colder than ever before. He looked like he meant business. He turned to face you as soon as you two were deep in the forest. Draco looked around to make sure no one was there watching you. 

He looked straight into your eyes with a serious expression. He licked his lips and parted his lips to speak. 

“What book was Weasley reading?” 

“What? You brought me all the way out here to ask me such a pointless question? You’re fucking ridiculous!” 

“What was the book called?” He was stern with you. He looked like he really wanted answers but you just weren’t in the mood to tell him anything. 

“Go find out for yourself, I’m not your little messenger Malfoy.” You began to stomp back towards the school when drastically you felt yourself being pushed forward. You turned around to see Draco punching the rock-hard tree. His knuckles began to bleed as he punched the tree even more. 

“For fuck’s sake (y/n)! Can you not just tell me the name of the goddamn book?!” He was enraged. He was practically losing all of his sanity. The blood from his knuckles trickled down onto the delicate snow. Your eyes widened when you realised that he was storming in your direction. He looked like a mad man- his knuckles were bleeding, leaving a trail of dark red blood on the snow, his eyes were focused on you and his body was as stiff as anything.

“Draco, I didn’t mean to-” 

“Shut up! You’re fucking useless! Get out of my sight or I will kill you with my bare fucking hands!” He was panting heavily, clearly from his anger. He walked towards the school with great speed. You were cemented to the spot you were left in. Your heart was racing and your mind was a mess. You thought he was really going to hit you or even kill you. Anyway, after 3 minutes of just standing there pointlessly, you made your way to the school.

~30 minutes later~

You were just walking through the dungeons for no apparent reason. You were indeed going to spend some time alone here so you might as well explore the castle. 

You noticed a black figure racing towards you, clearly set on it’s target. You tried to ignore the person by looking down at the floor as you continued to make your way through the dungeons. Draco grabbed your forearm and, once again, guided you to some place. 

“Will you ever leave me alone?” You shouted at Draco provocatively. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone for the day? What did he want now? 

He didn’t reply to your question. Shortly, you realised that he was taking you to the Slytherin common room. He stranded you in the dark common room as he shut the door. No other Slytherin stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas, it was only Draco. He walked confidently towards you keeping his head low but his eyes were on you the whole journey. He stood frozen in front of you, not doing anything. After some time you decided to question him but you were straight away cut off by Malfoy. 

He grabbed your face and abruptly crashed his lips to yours. His movements felt rushed and hungry for some attention. His vein-covered hands held your face in place forcefully so that you wouldn’t even nudge. Chaotically, your hands found his chest and attempted to push him away. He kept his hands stubbornly on your face, keeping your lips locked to his. To be honest, touching his chest was a blissful experience. His torso definitely was nicely shaped and muscled. His kissing skills weren’t bad either although your lips didn’t even work with his. 

You had to think quickly- you couldn’t show Draco that you wanted him to do this to you. Your hand fell to Draco’s cock. Misleadingly, you were rubbing him through his jeans, making him smirk into the one-way make out. This was an indicator to grab and squeeze the hell out of his dick. He pulled away rapidly as if he was just burnt by boiling wax. He scowled and glared at you. Before he could process what you did, you ran for the door. As soon as you reached for the doorknob your back hit the cold stone wall. Draco pressed his body against yours, placing his hands on either side of your head. You were trapped. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, little Miss (y/h)?”

“I-” You stammered but were quickly muted by a furious Draco.

“Now I’ll have to teach you a lesson, won’t I? You need to learn to respect people.”

He pushed his leg in between your thighs, positioning himself forcefully near your vagina. His face was just inches away from yours. His minty breath was hitting your face slowly. You kept your face still while Draco was eyeing you up and down and biting his lip sensually. He was irresistible. He moved his lips near your ear.

“You’ve been rude to me today and I don’t like that (y/n). You have really angered me and now you have to pay the price for what you have done.” He murmured into your ear just above a whisper. His hands wandered to your waist and trailed up and down your figure. Your breath began to pick up speed as Draco’s eyes explored your whole body. He licked his lips in appreciation of his sight and the slightest moan escaped his lips as his hands cupped your breasts. Although you were greatly enjoying this intimate moment with Draco, you couldn’t lose the fight. You tried so hard to concentrate on something else other than Draco’s thigh rubbing forcefully against your skinny jeans. A tingly feeling grew in the pit of your stomach. You wanted Draco, or anyone for that matter, to make you cum. In these sort of situations, you usually break and end up sleeping with the person luring you into their pants. You had to admit, Draco looked pretty fucking hot against your body with his eyes fixated on your face, waiting patiently for a reaction. After a minute or so of having Draco touching your whole body and rubbing his thigh against your jeans, you gave up. 

Your lips parted and let out an exasperated moan of pleasure, also causing your hips to grind in unison with Draco’s leg. You caught him by surprise which just made him smirk right at you. 

“You like that, huh? Couldn’t resist me any longer?” 

All you could do right now was kiss Draco passionately.His lips felt magical- they were smooth and definitely knew how to kiss.  Your hands flew up to his hair, tugging on large strands of hair violently. He groaned into your lips, sending a wave of excitement to your sex. Your hips rocked into his leg even more, wanting him desperately inside of you. Draco’s lips were viciously biting,sucking and licking all over your neck and jaw. It was obvious that he was turned on. You tilt your head back so that Draco can get better access to your neck. He was leaving hickeys all over you, letting everyone know that you were in there with him. Good thing that there was barely anyone in the castle during the holidays and you could wear a scarf to cover yourself up. With every hickey he printed on you, you moaned in appreciation of his doing. This made him smirk more than he already does on a daily basis. He detached himself from your neck and looked straight into your eyes with a hot, flushed face and his hair sort of messy. He licked his top teeth imitating a vampire. 

“Its getting kind of hot here, isn’t it? Want me to take this all off?” All you could respond with was a soft moan. Draco’s breath became heavy all of a sudden. He had you right under his control and you were ready to oblige to his commands. This turned him on more than anything. He liked being dominant. 

“If you want me naked then you’ll have to strip it all off yourself.” Your eyes opened up and Draco could instantly see the sparkle in them. Hastily, you shook his coal-black coat, followed by unbuttoning his inky shirt. His torso was completely bare now. His skin was a beautiful pale colour and his muscles were sharply defined. You ran your hands down his torso in a figure eight. Your cold hands made Draco shiver and breath in deeply. You leaned against his torso and began to suck under his collar bones and right under his jaw. It was evident that these were his soft spots as his jeans bulged even more than before. When your hands reached the top of his jeans, your hands gently dropped down to his zipper. Your fingers were fiddling with his zip, teasing the weakened boy. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, just unzip it (y/n).” Draco was growing impatient with your teasing. You obliged to his command and unzipped his jeans, dragging them down with his boxers instantly. His member sprung out of its cover. It was already covered in pre-cum. Draco let out a blaring moan which echoed across the common room. He finally opened his eyes and drastically threw your top across the floor followed by your jeans, bra and panties. Both of your bodies were fully exposed to each other. 

“Fuck (y/n), you’re so-” You cut Draco off with your lips before he could even finish his sentence. You two were a complete mess- your make out was wet and chaotic. Your hands tangled in Draco’s hair, messing his usually-perfectly-gelled hair. His hands darted to your thighs and slightly pushed you up while squeezing. Straight away you knew that he wanted to fuck you against the wall. You jumped up and let your legs dangle on either side of Draco’s lean body. Draco was keeping you in place by forcing you against the wall and holding the back of your thighs. Due to him having to hold your whole body up, his arms were covered in veins. He looked so mesmerizing. You were both steaming hot and in need of each other. Draco didn’t wait any longer and he slammed into you, his full length filling you up. Your screams bounced off every single wall in the common room as Draco’s thrusts grew in speed and force. His head was down on your breasts, leaving hickeys all over you again. His lips escalated to your jaw, where he left a trail of hot kisses down to your collarbones. Your breathing turned into panting. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. 

“I’m close..” You managed to blurt out in between your heavy panting. Automatically, Draco put more force into his thrusts, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. 

A few seconds later, you let yourself go and you cummed all over Draco’s member. This must have stimulated him as you noticed his eyes closing and his lips parting slightly. His hips decreased in movement but became more intimate. You rocked yourself on his cock slowly to ease you both down from your high. Soon enough, Draco pulled out of you and placed your feet back on the ground which resulted in you dropping to your knees from the previous event. You felt really weak but really great at the same time. Both of you were trying to catch your breaths. Draco looked down at you and lightly laughed.

“You okay there? Want to go to my bed?” You nodded in approval. Draco threw his black shirt to you and he put on his own boxers to cover himself up a bit. You obligingly threw his shirt over yourself. It smelled of him; his specific scent. He always smelled like a crisp-cold morning in the woods. It was pleasant. You practically drowned in the shirt but it was a good thing as it covered your butt. He looked you up and down and smirked again. 

“You should wear my stuff more often.” Confidently, he walked to where you were sitting down. He picked you up bridal style and carried you up to his dorm room where he laid you on his bed. As soon as you were safely on his bed, he walked over to the other side and joined you. He took the duvet and covered both of your still-steaming bodies. He cuddled up to you with one hand resting on your waist, pressing you close to him. You both instantly fell asleep as soon as both of you relaxed and made yourself comfortable. 

How did everything lead to this?

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Thank you to everyone who read this! This is my first Harry Potter related story. I decided to write a Draco smut with no other parts to it but I felt like there has to be more to the story. This is going to be a story with parts to it so that its not a super long read all at once! 

Any comments/critique is welcome and appreciated!

I am open to taking any requests- oneshots, imagines, stories, ships, sortings, etc. :)

I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer. I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.
—  Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
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ashen mouth
mixed
with a sweet
secretion, hard liquor,
and faint memories of belonging.
   
Heavenly bodies grant eager eyes light
within the spellbinding
darkness;
   
               the contours, the silhouettes,
                        the different shades
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different shapes
with which this light plays,
  
displayed in an offer to ardent obsession.
   
The obsession. The connection.
  
The heightened senses.
  
      The reaffirmation of a million lives
                        simultaneously lived and
                                       unlived together.
  
         The emollience of the whole.
  
                      The affection.
—  Melting rooms; soaring matresses,
by M.A. Tempels © 2017

randomchange-deactivated2017091  asked:

Hey, big fan here with a question. I've read somewhere that you used to make your own books. Is this true? And if so how did you do it?

Hi! Yes, I used to make all my books from scratch. Posting pics below of my limited edition book Charlie’s Widow. (Tim Burton has one in his collection.) You can see pictures of my other hand made books here

I started when I was a kid and learned mainly from online tutorials. I also took some book binding lessons in Sydney. I would spend hours taking books apart and stitching them back together. I was absolutely fascinated with books, not just in the fictional world they held, but also the mechanics. The different binding techniques, the type setting, the paper stock. I am totally book crazy. When you’re passionate about something you’ll gravitate toward it. You’ll naturally want to learn and experiment. And you’ll make up your own little systems as you go.