“A story was a form of telepathy. By means of inking symbols onto a page, she was able to send thoughts and feelings from her mind to her reader’s. It was a magical process, so commonplace that no one stopped to wonder at it.”—Ian McEwan, Atonement (via bibliophilebunny)
i used to think that saying “i love you” was this sacred thing and that saying it too much to too many people would make it lose meaning but now i think the exact opposite. i love every person i meet and every person i see, they’re all just different kinds of love and they manifest in different ways.
next time you’re washing your hands next to somebody cup your hands under the tap until the water overflows then look at them dramatically and say ‘this water is getting out of hand’ it’s a guaranteed way to make friends i have never tried it but it is guaranteed