As an adult, you're going to get the urge to return to hobbies, like reading, that you used to enjoy as a kid... it is very important that you do so, and start doing things that bring you joy again.
one of the craziest parts of love is how it turns ordinary things sacred. a side of the bed. a street corner. a stupid coffee shop. suddenly everything is haunted by tenderness
there’s something deeply satisfying about small, solid habits. finishing a book. lifting something heavy. cooking a proper meal. checking in on someone. helping where you can. nothing flashy. just a life that feels stable in your hands.
how could you NOT fall in love with reading and books and libraries and bookstores and words on paper and the escapism it brings with every turning page.