something about these seemingly arbitrary combinations of 26 letters has birthed an ostensibly infinite universe comprising countless alternate galaxies i've had the privilege of visiting, even if only for a few hours, days, weeks

books have been my best friends for as long as i can remember, and it's never failed to amaze me how we can feel so much for beings who don't truly exist (at least in the strictest sense of the word- no one can convince me that harry potter and augustus waters and john smith don't all coexist happily in some book universe together with all the emotions and thoughts and inspirations they've awakened in their readers) or how the books we love are truly a reflection of who we are when we stop and think about it

i don't know, i've never been much of a writer but i remember that one of my major dreams when i was younger (coming a very close second to fashion designer) was to become a novelist

and i guess it could still be possible if only i hadn't somehow lost my passion (...can true passion be lost?i don't know ><) for writing in the midst of my secondary school days, but i did so nah i probably won't be publishing the next international bestseller anytime soon

but books c: they were my first love, and what they say about first loves being unlike any other one will have in life holds especially true in this case ^^

haha okay that was a really random string of thoughts i had to pen (type?) down after reading my third john green book in a week :p heh don't really know if it makes sense i was literally just typing whatever word came into my mind >< 

sigh only one more week of holiday nooooooo :(