if i go to hell i’m gonna torture everyone by continuously asking if it’s hot in here or if it’s just me
She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding across the spinal cord of each book. It sounded like an instrument, or the notes of running feet. She used both hands. She raced them. One shelf against the other. And she laughed.
ultimate sign of trust is me handing you my laptop or phone without hesitation
(Source: clintbarttons, via pursuitofhapppinessss)