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Being a booworm means going to the bookshop, telling to yourself "I won't buy anything, I'll only look what they have here, I already have enough books" and then getting out with twice the books that were in your to-read list.
Me: One more paragraph
Me: One more page
Me: One more chapter
Me: ONE MORE BOOK
Its a deeper than sex, obssesion is a lifestyle.
normalize changing your entire personality after you read a book
the happiness i get when i buy books is something else entirely
thinking about you coming home to bakugo, who had the day off, in y’all’s shared bedroom laying on his back reading a book. he’s got his square reading glasses on, his face soft and content as he quietly reads his book. he’s clad in only plaid pajama pants, his chest bare and slightly glimmering from the light of the lamp beside him. you call out his name and reach the bedroom. he greets you and gives you that panty-dropping smile of his. this man was sculpted by the gods.
“if people were rain, i was a drizzle and she was a hurricane.” — looking for alaska, john green
reblog with your:
1. current read
2. favourite book
3. favourite author
mine is:
1. FNAF: the twisted ones graphic novel + a bunch of random short stories by lynn painter
2. AGGGTM
3. holly jackson
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WAIT what if aled was “replaced” with isaac because there’s going to be a movie of radio silence?? so alice oseman wanted aled to be an exclusive character to radio silence if it became a movie. i don’t know if this is stupid but i just really want a radio silence movie. i haven’t read it yet but i know it’s going to be good because it’s alice oseman and everyone says it’s good.
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what’s everyone reading atm?
im reading emma by jane austen and the reappearance of rachel price by holly jackson.
what’s next on your tbr?
mine is radio silence by alice oseman.
If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot ❤︎
"I wanted a library like this[...] A cave of words that I'd made myself."
― Forever by Maggie Stiefvater
Book recommendations
The last post was my song recommendations and I wanna do something similar to that in this too, which is books! As for me, I’m a book lover, I hope there’s someone who loves books like me, find this helpful. Maybe you’ve read everything but let’s get to it.
1. Think and grow rich by Napoleon Hill
( I gotta say this is the greatest of all times one. Very helpful for us. Many people already knew this but I just had to put it in the list.)
2. Being a happy teenager by Andrew Matthews
( Just as the title suggested, I’m pretty sure I don’t have to explain further. This book helped me a lot growing up. Definitely a must for teens like myself.)
3. Making friends by Andrew Matthews
( Another book by my favourite author. This is for those who’s socially awkward or when you’re having trouble in social life. It helped me make a lot of friends when I also used to have social anxiety.)
4. Don’t sweat the small stuff and it’s small stuff by Richard Carlson
( People overthink small stuff which they shouldn’t. In this book, you’ll see why you shouldn’t and how. I used to overthink all the time and honestly still do, I really needed this.)
5. How to win friends and influence people by Dale Carnegie
( This one is a must have. I’m guessing a lot of people or book lovers have read this masterpiece, if you haven’t, I recommend you to check it out.)
My book recommendations list ends here, but if you want me to make another one and if you love this list, just let me know. It would mean so much for me. Also, I usually read these kinds of books but if you want novel recommendations or something similar, let me know. Thank you, I wish whoever’s reading good luck and good day.
~Melody~
It's all in the genes. I had heard so much about my Grandmamma who I've never met. About how much she loved reading and how head-strong she was. Everyone used to tell me how very much alike her. I'd feel so overwhelmed with that comparison because she's been such a role model for me. My father told me how much she was into books and that she had huge collection which my father has preserved and he'd give it to me when we had the space and when I was ready for it. Yesterday we opened the first among the two trunks and the smell of that a century old books hit me with so much unknown bliss. Running my fingers over those books, I felt I was meeting my Grandmamma. She hadn't gone to school and studied but she had that thirst of knowledge and she collected all this on her own to quench her thirst. It is full of Kannada books. My father welled up a bit as he went through the memory lane and I did too. I took a few books which I felt I could read and I felt I was taking a part of her that I could carry with me. It also had a few books which I've wanted to read and it showed how much our reading taste matched. It's all in the genes. I love you Grandmamma 💕 #miracleswords ___________________________________________ #bookstagrammer #bookstagram #booklover #bookworm #books #bookish #booknerd #bibliophile #bookaddict #booksofinstagram #reading #bookphotography #bookaholic #readersofinstagram #tbr #bookblogger #instabook #booklove #bookshelf #bookcommunity #read #reader #blogger #booksthroughgenerations #bookobsessed #readingslump #writingquotes (at Namma Bengaluru- ನಮ್ಮ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು) https://www.instagram.com/p/CC0A9-gF9O2/?igshid=m3oyxm13w7oc
how i look while reading the most disgusting, disturbing book about cannibalism (not really).
"She's going to sit alone. Right at that same table where she built it all. Her happiness, her courage, her perseverance, but most importantly, where she met all of her friends. Now it's all crumbling down to her fingertips. She closes her eyes and tries to dream herself away into a reality where all of that still exsists, but she can't. It's all blank without the real thing... Without the real them. Complete nothingness. She can't even remember their voices. Everything is fading away from her. And everytime, she blames herself for something that she couldn't control. They've all left now; her friends. The girl lifts her head and stares at them. They're all happy. They all prance around, discussing random topics she used to talk about with them all of the time. She even sees her crush holding hands with her best friend. They don't even notice her. All of them go sit at their new table, completely forgetting about what once was. She weakly smiled as tears fell down her cheeks. Her heart ached for them. For someone. But she had no one. She put her head back down and waited for an escape. She pulled her sketchbook and poetry journal closer to her. They may only be objects, but they are all she has now. She pours her heart out crying. She couldn't hold it in any longer. Her fears were reality, and she somehow had to stay strong in this. But how could she stay strong when she wasn't going to be remembered by any of them? Was it all pointless to make memories in the first place? She just wanted to disappear. She then heard whispers all around her. It sounded like her friends, but that couldn't be. She lifted her head up and rubbed her eyes. A boy with a pretend smile and a sympathetic gaze pulled me into a hug.
"You're going to be okay, we're all going to be okay. I promise."
She cried into his chest until they all gathered around her and tackled her into a group hug.
Her friends.
They were here.
"I'm sorry for the mess I've created," She shyly whispered, "haven't you forgotten me, yet? I would've."
"How could we forget about you?" A raven haired boy asked, "We've been right here the whole time."
- Dreaming of Wolves//Vent
(I just... Sobbed while writing this.)
I have a theory about the shatter me series
You know how in the first book she's still in the asylum? And there are cracks in the walls. And then when later in the book, Adam tells her that he touched her while she was screaming and later in the series in restore me, we discover that she can project her power into her voice and when she screams she can create destruction. I'm thinking that she created some of the cracks in the walls. Tell me your thoughts.