I saw an author write about how ‘everybody hates opening a second hand book and seeing scribbles’ and I canNOT relate. I adore that shit. Absolutely nothing sexier than opening a book and seeing someone else’s thoughts outlined in ink.
I have an 1890s copy of The Merchant of Venice with someone’s ENTIRE ESSAY handwritten in the back
Shoutout to Catherine Whatever-Your-Last-Name-Was. That’s extremely sexy of you























