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My fingers lightly trailing the spines of hundreds of books. Waiting and watching for one to speak to me. The fire spits and lashes in the delicately carved fireplace.
#household @timmsyy A race of literature, And I'm winning, A sea of words, And I'm swimming. A house of paper, Fragile and thin, Don't open the door, The wind will blow in.
#household @Timmsyy Upon broken old shelves The books lay lifeless No ones read them in years These books crusted with age here And it seems no one would even look Upon the old tales and stories...
So many poems,so little time. Wonderfull words,lovely rhyme. Read just one piece that can change your mood. I am starving, and these lines are my food. So hard to keep track of everybody's stuff.
I crave for those unknown pages. Those new, beige like sheets. The spine that isn't yet broken, And a story whose heart still beats. I'll clutch you to my chest, And hold you delicately too.
Stale yellow pages adorned with black ink. Smelling like thick choking dust, With a fiction in which can sink. Completely silent in this room.
Why would you want reality, when the written word makes you so much more free. When adventures and treasures you could never own, are open and offered and planted and grown.
Deep in the waters of our oceans blue. Has a something special and out of view. A mosnter who has a thing for cats. No cute puppy dogs or smelly rats. The poor monster was bored with nothing to read.
Paper like wings beat the air, No sense or sorrow, no sense of care. Littering the path, wherevers in its wake. Telling each step a story, or some advice to take.
"You just can't beat that new book smell." "It entices you in before the story begins." She cannot resist the calling from her latest paperback. She misses the characters when she is not with them.
There are books that make you laugh, And books that make you cry, Books in which to the characters, You're loathe to say goodbye.
Dear whoever is listening, Tonight has been very lazy. I was going to make a curry for me and Bry but decided he probably won't want to eat that at 11pm when he gets home.
So the other day I decided to take a break from iBooks and was reading "The story of beautiful girl" (Loved it) while on the train, I wasn't sure what a word meant so I pressed my finger to it to...
The afternoon went in the blink if an eye, her friends at work asked her if she'd like to come for drinks, but she had to visit her mother,she told Them, she's not been well, this was a lie, she was...
There is a cat, That likes to read: A curious statement I concede; But sure enough, Each day and night, It reads and reads To our delight.
That time when your reading a book and you relize 3 hours have past.
This seems to be an opinion of mine that nobody else agrees with, and it's annoying because it's something I feel quite strongly about.
Why do we read. It is impossible to coin one simple answer for this, as reading means so much to so many different people.
Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called.