A Little Girl With a Bookcase For a Heart
"Stories were different, though: they came alive in the telling. Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by torch light beneath a blanket, they had no real existence in our world."
I'm Sophie. 17. England. Bookworm. Cynical romantic. I am filled with a desire to travel the world; to see all there is to see until the entire world is kept behind my eyes.
I’ll come back for you i whisper as i caress the books i can’t afford
(via authorofnothing)
Person: hey have you read any good books lately?
Me: are you ready for this conversation
