Is it just me or do other people get homesick from books? Like, you miss the comforting feel of the characters, the fandom, and the world created by the author?

I thought my twenties would be a lot more exciting than me legitimately considering whether 4:30PM is too early to go to bed

i really do want to be productive and make something of my life but i just love… Laying Down… so much. nothing makes me happier

On October 3rd, he asked me what day it was.

It’s  October 3rd.

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what, from the bottom of my heart, the fuck

Since it’s not socially acceptable to read a book while you’re at a party, I want to host a party where everyone brings a book or two, and just reads together in the same room. It will be beautiful, and everyone will have a lovely time. I will be everyone’s favorite hostess. 

Is My Anxiety Making My Stomach Sick or is My Sick Stomach Making Me Anxious: A Short Biography

One of the perks of getting older is getting to have a say in the family gossip

The fact that I’m legally an adult is hysterical

i’m fucked because none of my passions are going to yield financially stable careers and i’m not hot enough to be a trophy wife

careers that i am looking into:

so sick of looking at my purse and not seeing $20,000

where the fuck is jake ryan when we’re in need? prolly cheating on miley ass smh 😤😤😤

my family is so. fucking weird and resistant to talking about anything. when i was a small child i asked my mother why she had a lot of gifts and things where people called her by another name and she like. didn’t give me a straight answer? it was her Hebrew name. like that’s literally it. that’s all u had to say 

great-great-grandma cohen refused to tell her younger children that they were related to her two eldest children

my family didn’t tell me about part of my actual name until i sent away for my social security info to get my driver’s permit in my junior year of high school. i have an entire middle name that no one ever felt the need to mention to me

i had to google my own brother to find out why we don’t talk about him anymore

one morning in seventh grade my mother was driving me to school and asked me if she was too overprotective. i told her “yeah, sometimes.” then she casually, calmly went, “maybe it’s because you were almost kidnapped as a baby”

she didn’t even elaborate until i asked her to explain

(my father later confirmed that i was, in fact, briefly stolen as an infant)

my mom just dropped this information on me for the first time and was then like “bye honey have a good day at school”

no one knows great-grandma ruth’s real last name 

this is some Lemony Snicket shit right here