The day ends at 4pm, it’s impossible to get out of bed in the morning because it’s so dark, you can’t sit outside, it’s depressing, cold and miserable. Winter is the pits. Don’t let a week of slightly uncomfortable temperatures deceive you.
i feel like the more you get into literature, the less you romanticize the act of reading. i can't get into bookstagram precisely because it's all "omg what type of reader are you" with pinterest moodboards and all that and i'm like. idk man i just like to read