…so this is the guy they got to play Max in the film version of The Book Thief?
Seriously?
I don’t approve.

…so this is the guy they got to play Max in the film version of The Book Thief?

Seriously?

I don’t approve.

Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.
Oh. OH.

So I’m in my Young Adult Lit class and my professor goes, “So you know Rudy?”

The class is sort of silent. I don’t know why.

But I’m extremely silent because all I can think is, “How about a kiss, Saumensch?”

Turns out, she was talking about the movie but I guess I can’t hear that name now without MY HEART SHATTERING INTO A THOUSAND PIECES.

whatapage-turner:

As they walked back to Himmel Street, Rudy forewarned her. 
“One day, Liesel,” he said, “you’ll be dying to kiss me.”

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Markus Zusak. The Book Thief, p. 55 

And people wonder why I worship this man…

And people wonder why I worship this man…

Sometimes I can’t bring myself to think about it. Thinking about what they’ve done and how it feels and how she likes me too much to consider me.

Even though I know.

It isn’t just sex I’d want from her.

I’d want to feel myself mold with her, just for a moment, if that’s all I’m allowed.

Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It’s the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.
LOOK AT THIS MAJESTY THAT I FOUND ON BARNESANDNOBLE.COM
Oh.
Oh, I might not be able to resist this.

LOOK AT THIS MAJESTY THAT I FOUND ON BARNESANDNOBLE.COM

Oh.

Oh, I might not be able to resist this.


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This blog is dangerous. I’m just going to reblog everything.