Me: But I have about fifty books at home I haven't read, there's no reason for me to buy these.
My brain: Okay, but consider this: more books.
The insanely cute Bulbasaur cross stitch that edgely made for me today. ♥
“ But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.
— The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami (via undertheironsea17)