my bookshelf → carry on, wayward son, and any way the wind blows by rainbow rowell
you have to pretend you get an endgame. you have to carry on like you will; otherwise, you can't carry on at all.


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my bookshelf → carry on, wayward son, and any way the wind blows by rainbow rowell
you have to pretend you get an endgame. you have to carry on like you will; otherwise, you can't carry on at all.
(4/30) fictional characters: cath avery (fangirl, rainbow rowell)
“It had taken years to put themselves back together, and so what if some things didn’t get put back in the right place? At least they could hold themselves up. Most of the time.”
get to know me [2/5 novels]
✓ Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell
Books I’ve Read in 2017: Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell “To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.”
Blog Intro Meme 💫 [15/15] Books/Series: Carry On
“You were the sun, and I was crashing into you. I’d wake up every morning and think, ‘This will end in flames’.”
moodboards for my favourite books → [4/?] attachments by rainbow rowell
“Lincoln?” she asked.
“Yes?”
“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
He made himself look at her face, at her wide-open eyes and earnest forehead. At her unbearably sweet mouth.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Do you believe in love before that?”
2016 favourites: carry on by rainbow rowell
eleanor & park by rainbow rowell
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shovelled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.