All I had to do was open a book— to see the stories bleeding from page to page. To see the memories etched onto paper.
I spent my life folded between the pages of books. In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction. —Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi (via mareluna3001)