📚✨First Post Feelings✨📚
Hi there! After years of lurking, dreaming, and filling draft after draft with half-finished thoughts, I'm finally starting this little bookish corner of the internet.
This blog has been in the works for ages—scribbled in notebooks, imagined during late-night reads, and quietly nurtured through countless "maybe someday" moments. I've always loved stories: the kind that wreck you, heal you, haunt you, and hug you. But I never quite found the courage to share my thoughts out loud… until now.
So here I am! Ready to ramble about books, scream about characters, overanalyze plot twists, and fall into fictional worlds with reckless abandon. Whether you're here for reviews, reading challenges, aesthetic ramblings, or chaotic bookworm energy—I'm so glad you're here.
Let's get lost in stories together. 💫
<3 Coeurs sur toi
qui lis des livres de la bibli
en attendant d’avoir assez d’argent
pour les acheter en librairie
(ou ton anniversaire)
Wtf I was not expecting this today
"all sins are attempts to fill voids" what a line. what a fucking line. i will be angry for the rest of my life that i did not write this line.
Female hands in paintings
Pies para qué los quiero, si tengo libros para volar…
Cartel de promoción a la lectura. Todo un reto!
“The moral man is a lower species than the immoral, a weaker species; indeed—he is a type in regard to morality, but not a type in himself; a copy, a good copy at best—the measure of his value lies outside him. I assess a man by the quantum of power and abundance of his will: not by its enfeeblement and extinction; I regard a philosophy which teaches denial of the will as a teaching of defamation and slander— I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, The Will to Power
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“I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.”
— Jennifer Niven
“A bird is safe in its nest - but that is not what its wings are made for.”
— Amit Ray, World Peace: The Voice of a Mountain Bird
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collected pictures of the bookshelf
I study the scene in front of the bus the way I studied my letters in school. Gradually I begin to make out a kind of order in all the disorderness, a pattern to it all. It is like a river, where the currents of buses and trucks and people and animals flow into and around each other. If you look hard enough, chaos turns into order the way letters turn into words
Lakshmi in Patricia McCormick's book "Sold"
-Turtles all the way down-
~John Green
"It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart."
“My deplorable mania for analysis exhausts me. I doubt everything, even my doubt.”
-Gustave Flaubert
Of coarse I deal with emotions in a healthy manner !*tucks book closer to chest*
And when I felt like I was an old cardigan
Under someone's bed
You put me on and said I was your favorite
Why is it always: Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?
And never: Can I buy you a book, beautiful?
It's so true!
the agony you fall into as soon as you finish a book that has changed your life is unbearable. it's slow and wears you out from within, making you burn in solitude. everything around you is different and it's as if you ended up with the book itself.
Making romantic scenarios in my head >>> Sleep