You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
Everything is David Tennant’s Hamlet and nothing hurts.
[(There are legit tears in my eyes)]
tbh I don’t think I will ever stop being on tumblr
there’s always time for tumblr
when I’m 80 I will be on tumblr
blogging about backache in the old age home