does anyone else feel sort of lost after reading a really good book? like, you’ve spent hours in another world, you got to know those characters, while you were reading, these characters’ stories were more important than your own little story… and then it’s suddenly over and reality seems dull now, compared to what you’ve just been through.
"The funny thing about introverts is once they feel comfortable with you, they can be the funniest, most enjoyable people to be around. It’s like a secret they feel comfortable sharing with you. Except the secret is their personality"
"I let you in. I fucking let you in and you completely destroyed me."