My hands are shaking. I can't say it out loud. I know I'm just being stupid, I know I shouldn't be scared. But I am. I'm not scared of you, I'm scared of me. And I don't even know why.
I am here yet I am gone, To a far away place where you cannot hurt me. We are safe and in danger. I am real but my friends are not... Or is it the other way around? The love of my life...... A Book.
Cartoon character: "The world is ending! We're all gonna Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie!!!" Me: Well aren't you just a little ray of sunshine?
"I love books. I love that moment when you can open one and sink into it. You can escape from the world, into a story that's way more interesting than your's will ever be." Elizabet Scott
"how Is is that music captures what cannot be caught: the sound of night and shooting stars, of darkness and the rising moon?" The Mirror Chronicles, Ian Johnstone
"Even as the threads of history are unpicked by meddling hands, we shall gather them up and on these very pages weave them into a new, most glorious design." The mirror chronicles, Ian Johnstone