This set is dedicated to fuckyeahdisneyfanart/disneydiversity (Ally). Ally, your blog changed my life. Your ideas, your values, you inspire me, inspired me to change. You will always be a dear friend to me. Thank you for being you, and I love you so much!
I love bookshelves, and stacks of books, spines, typography, and the feel of pages between my fingertips. I love bookmarks, and old bindings, and stars in margins next to beautiful passages. I love exuberant underlinings that recall to me a swoon of language-love from a long-ago reading, something I hoped to remember. I love book plates, and inscriptions in gifts from loved ones, I love author signatures, and I love books sitting around reminding me of them, being present in my life, being. I love books. Not just for what they contain. I love them as objects too, as ever-present reminders of what they contain, and because they are beautiful. They are one of my favorite things in life, really at the tiptop of the list, easily my favorite inanimate things in existence, and … I am just not cottoning on to this idea of making them … not exist anymore. Making them cease to take up space in the world, in my life? No, please do not take away the physical reality of my books.
Laini Taylor (via littledallilasbookshelf)
1012. Muggleborns getting into endless debate with their pureblood friends when they show them movies such as The Little Mermaid, because the purebloods keep pointing out all the “factual errors” in the movie regarding mermaids/whatever magical creature is in the movie.