I'm not perfect. I'm not pretty or anything.
Last movie I saw: 
Giant by ~reindas-photography
(Source: rain-then-rainbows)
This is why I want to be a cat.
It’s okay to lose yourself for a little while. In books, in music, in art. Let yourself get lost.
Feline Hygiene by ~B-F-G
I have never read The Infernal Devices (which Wikipedia tells me is a series), nor do I know what it’s about, but last night I dreamed that it was a book about characters who got tired of the infernal plot devices of their author and rebelled. I also dreamed about picking people up with chopsticks.
Read this yesterday to take a little break from some other stuff I’ve been reading
Oh literary comfort blankets
Not everyone gets their happy ending. Sometimes it’s just an ending.
![YA MEME [4/4] DEATHS:
She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers…She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on.
Rudy Steiner: The Book Thief by Markus Zusak](http://24.media.tumblr.com/9601439ab22b7176df4404e88da7025f/tumblr_mn5kcfauCX1snwab3o1_500.png)
YA MEME [4/4] DEATHS:
She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers…She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on.
Rudy Steiner: The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
