“There are books whose pages you want to cling to and whose words you want eternally inked into your skin, your bones, your soul; whose metaphors make your heart skip a beat. They’re the books whose endings you cherish or reject altogether; the books that make you laugh and smile and cry and question your sanity (for, after all, you are feeling emotions for people who do not quite exist).
She was one of those books.
He wanted to touch her pages delicately and reread her daily. Her smile seemed to make everything seem so much duller, as if it sucked all the light and encapsulated it into her very lips.”—(via tobeomniscient)