Starbucks Guy: What’s the name?
Me: Primrose Everdeen.
Starbucks Guy: *prepares order* Primrose Everdeen!
Me: I VOLUNTEER!
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.
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| — | Carols Ruiz Zafon, The Shadow of the Wind (via how-novelistic) |
