Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness
(Source: unpublishedwriting)
Just realized my 12 year old cousin is following me on here
GET OFF TUMBLR, CHRISTINA
PRESERVE YOUR INNOCENCE
If you take a book with you on a journey,…an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it…yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.
– Cornelia Funke, Inkheart (via bornfortheroseandthepearl) Via you desired my attention but denied my affections.
