To walk around inside a library and see all the books and take one out, at random, and read at the back of it… and just to be there in those rooms with all the books and all their stories…that’s heaven for me and makes me truly happy! It’s so soothing…
something I wrote years ago and it’s still very true, now more than ever with my work and everything, @the-librarian-geek
God, I fucking miss you so much. It hits me randomly during the day. I’m with people who actually care about me, laughing, smiling, being happy and then out of nowhere it hits me that you left. You left and it didn’t even hurt you. Not talking to me isn’t even fucking hurting you, because I was just another girl to you. I was just another one of your fucking toys.
This summer I drew a line and turned off my feelings. I have committed myself to no strings attached, pure, relaxed fun. But as the summer goes on, I feel the line starting to get crossed. I slowly back away and you drag me back across with your lips and your hands and the way my body reacts to you.