Book Porn: disintangible: Bibliophilia →
Turns me on
Turning your pages.
Straight spined
And tightly bound
My muse is not amused.Cloth by day,
Leather at night.
Stitched through,
Your words
Are not tortured.Serif like
Your volumed hips.
Indented
Are your clauses.
Orderly, your leafs.*Neatly…
While we read a novel, we are insane—bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren’t there, we hear their voices… Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.
There is no such thing as a “quick trip” to the bookstore.
There is when you wear blinders.
I’ve literally had The Boyfriend follow me in with his hands on either side of my face to keep me focused on what I went in for.
This bookshelf of only 48 states leaves me…
looking for Alaska
Looks like this country is full of…
Paper Towns
get the fuck out of here you clever little shits
