Alcohol was quickly dissolving her inhibitions, and she was beginning to fully appreciate the comfort of strangers: they only took what you offered, and there was little chance of them sticking around for you to read the judgement in their minds.
- Between Dinner and the Morning After (Sering, 2005)
1 year ago on 16 April 2012 at 2:02pm 1 note
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theme by heloĆ­sa teixeira

For some of us, books became our alternate reality. We animate the characters, we feel how they do, and we think like they ought to. In another lifetime, we're exactly like them. So, remove that plastic cover as we devour every page, famished for literary satisfaction.

C'mon. Inhale life.