i annotate books because i like leaving pieces of myself tucked between the sentences. little thoughts. little heartbeats. tiny proofs that i was here.
i underline the lines that feel like they know me. i circle words that taste beautiful. i write questions in the margins not because i need answers but because i want to remember the moment the text made me feel something.
sometimes i press flowers between the pages so the future version of me can meet the past version of me in the softest way possible.
books become journals this way. not borrowed stories but shared ones. a quiet conversation between the writer and the girl holding the pen.













