She thought it must be a lonely life for a boy who hated books.
— Hilda van Stockum, The Borrowed House
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for the anon who asked for a selfie two weeks ago…sorry for the delay. didn’t have internet. but here’s a throwback. two years ago, right before the first night i met someone who is still a prominent part of my life, maybe not as i would like, but nonetheless.
We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That’s a s easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.
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