Basically, long before I got drunk and tried my hand at writing, I was a fan of the website.
You were legitimately excited when you discovered library cards were free.
If you keep doing things the way you’ve always been doing them, then your results will always be the same. You have to shake things up.
These are so inappropriate (but so hilarious).
It’s hard to stop scrolling!
Red Dragon by Thomas Harris. First I was scared seeing the killer’s actions, then I was scared of myself as I started to sympathize with him.
I was digging under the bed, searching for pictures of my deceased parents during my last visit to my childhood home before it got sold, when I found it. A diary covered with neon Lisa Frank stickers of unicorns and ice cream cones. A little yellow lock dangled from the edge, securing the pages together, but it was flimsy. I could snap it right open. And I did.
Papertowns and Looking for Alaska, by John Green, have both made me realize that I’m not the only one feeling lost in this world.
I get lost in books. And I want to get lost in you.