I’m bad at replying to texts or hitting people up, I’ll admit. It all depends on my mood. Some days, I’ll talk more than I usually do, and others, I’ll completely ignore you just because I don’t feel like talking. It’s not your fault, I’m just not into talking that much.
Ohhh! Cmon! Congratulate me because at last, I’ve finished reading that effin’ lecture on Philippine Environmental Laws. Gawd! LAWS! You can’t imagine how much of a torture that is!
Talking myself out of buying books I can't afford.
Having a reading list that I won't be able to complete in one life time.
Every book looks appealing.
Everyone assumes that I've read every book they mention.
Then when I say I haven't read the book they mention, they give me one of "those" looks (you know what look I'm talking about."
I actually feel an ache to shop for books...online.
I'm running out of room.
All the books in one genre start sounding the same after a while.
Leaving a book half-finished.
Never finishing a series.
People talking to me when I'm trying to read a really good book.
Having a parent tell you that you read to much and/or spend too much money on books.
All of the bookcases and bookshelves on Tumblr look like something made for your future home.
Book porn. It's lethal.
Doing nothing all day because a book needs to be read.
I HAVE TO STUDY N-O-W!
Maybe those words would be put to good use if you do.
And it’s definitely worth it!
day four: reading placemy “reading chair”, as rob calls it. :)
Oh GOSH! THAT OWL IS SOOOOOO~ ksjgfhsl;kfoidsfandadfnjjdl;