My mother says that fanfiction doesn’t count as reading because “it isn’t nearly as good as the stuff that’s published. You’re not going to find something online that will win a Booker Prize.” Please reblog if you count fan fiction as reading, or if the fanfiction you’ve read is equally as good as published novels. I want to see the figures.
Imagine Kuroko in the library overhearing people asking their friends where to find a specific book, so he goes and grabs it for them and leaves it on a table near them like a book-distributing-ninja and eventually, there’s an urban legend that if you go to Seirin High’s library and ask for a book politely it will appear on a table by you.
“My point is, there are a lot of people in the world. No one ever sees everything the same way you do; it just doesn’t happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they’re important ones… you might as well hold on to them. You know?”—Sarah Dessen, Lock and Key (via larmoyante)
“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddle strings and harps, drums and tambourines I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.”—Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via bookmania)
“Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.”—Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (via bookmania)
you’re not what you look like. you’re the music you listen to, the shows you watch, the art you make, the flowers in your hair, your favourite blanket. you’re not the pimple on your nose or the pudge on your stomach. You’re not your thighs or your teeth. you’re the colour of your hair, you’re your favourite band, you’re the mismatch socks you wear and your favourite sweater. You’re what you love, you’re not what you look like or the body you are in.
Guess what I did? I tidied up my second fic for JeanMarco week! Today’s prompt is reincarnation, so naturally I went a little over-board.
Summary: Marco had been painting since he was three. . He painted pictures of rolling hills, of high walls and faceless people he felt like he knew too well… But then the night terrors came. Reincarnation AU where Marco paints his past life.
“Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I’d really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can’t seem to do it. They just don’t get it. Of course, the problem could be that I’m not explaining it very well, but I think it’s because they’re not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they’re not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things.”—Haruki Murakami,The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via sad-plath)