When I overhear a conversation about a book I’ve read:

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When I overhear a conversation about a book I’ve read:
When someone you love dies so does your life. Your life as you know it is gone. All of a sudden you have to learn how to live without this person in your life. And it’s hard. Because you don’t know how to live your life without them. Your life isn’t your life anymore, it’s just a shell of what it used to be. It’s a lesser life, one you don’t want to live in but you have to. You want to go back and it hurts. It will always hurt. You burry your face in your pillow and try not to sob. He wouldn’t want to you to cry for him, they tell you. But he’s gone. Forever. And how can I not cry? How can I not feel like the world is ending when my life is? When his life already has? We carry our pain and we burry it into a pillow but I don’t want to carry it. I wanna throw it away and be done with it but at the same time thinking of a day in which it doesn’t hurt terrifies me. It hurts because it matters. The day it doesn’t hurt anymore is the day I’ve gotten used to livingin a world without him. I don’t want that world to even exist. When I’ve tasted extraordinary, how can I settle for bland?
Stop telling me not to cry. Sometimes you have to cry. Sometimes your head hurts and your eyes burn if you don’t. Sometimes you need to cry.
I'm sorry if I don't seem to be all here. It's because I'm not. My mind dwells on fanciful worlds and fictional characters
Read my favorite book, read my soul
"Name one hero who was happy" I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.
"You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
"I can't."
"I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."
"Tell me." I loved it when he was like this.
"I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."
"Why me?"
"Because you're the reason."
Madeline Miller
I got this stories in my head that just won’t leave me alone
I wouldn’t be who I am today if it weren’t for the books I’ve read
And until I know who I am I will read and I will love
I’ve always wanted to be one of those people whose mind makes you go wow
Shut your mouth and open your mind to different perspectives
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It only takes that one book to become a reader. Ph: @a-court-of-pages
Learning shit from books and loving it
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Some books are home.
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Please explain to me why I can read some long-ass book in a day, and yet when it comes to studying I can’t even get past the first page