Currently Reading: Landline by Rainbow Rowell

There’s a magic phone hidden in my closet.  And I think it’s connected to the past.  And I think I’m supposed to fix something.  I think I’m supposed to make something right.

My new bookshelves. I really need to shift things around though so more books fit!


book buying motto:

if I can say “well, it’s cheaper than a sandwich” I’m going to buy it


Beautiful library 📖, by Axel Marazzi. More on my Instagram.

And there never will be.

I am a soldier. I am the Sun Summoner. And I’m the only chance you have.

Learned about how to purchase books for the library.  Now to just resist the urge to buy all the books. 


Type: Duology
To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before
Author’s Website | GoodReads

Lara Jean keeps her love letters in a hatbox her mother gave her. They aren’t love letters that anyone else wrote for her, these are ones she’s written. One for every boy she’s ever loved.

When she writes, she can pour out her heart and soul and say all the things she would never say in real life, because her letters are for her eyes only.

Until the day her secret letters are mailed, and suddenly Lara Jean’s love life goes from imaginary to out of control [x]

*Since this book is hard to write about without giving away the plot, I must warn you that this contains spoilers.

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disney ladies + books

I think I see book-binge on the far right corner.* wink wink* hahaha

hey there <3 *giggles*

Umm…what are you doing KMart??!  Pretty sure this isn’t supposed to be released yet…


My books🙌


otps + favorite moments: Anna x Étienne

We are still holding hands. Okay, we should let go. This is the point where it would be normal to let go. Why aren’t we letting go? I force my gaze to the Grand Bassin. He does the same. We’re not watching the boats. His hand is burning, but he doesn’t let go. And then—he scoots closer. Just barely. I glance down and see the back of his shirt has crawled up, exposing a slice of his back. His skin is smooth and pale. It’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. He shifts again, and my body answers with the same. We’re arm against arm, leg against leg. His hand crushes mine, willing me to look at him. I do. Étienne’s dark eyes search mine.
“What are we doing?”
His voice is strained. He’s so beautiful, so perfect. I’m dizzy. My heart pounds, my pulse races. I tilt my face toward his, and he answers with an identical slow tilt toward mine. He closes his eyes. Our lips brush lightly.



I don’t think my problem is buying books, I think the problem is I need to buy three books at a time. 

at least three

sometimes more

The best people all have some kind of scar.

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