bitrates:

 by pltw 
twinkleestar07:

^_^ <3
“I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day. Few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.”
“You, with your switching sides, And your walk by lies and your humiliation You, have pointed out my flaws again, As if I don’t already see them. I walk with my head down, Trying to block you out cause I’ll never impress you I just wanna feel okay again.”
“I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.”
“It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.”