Eu, por exemplo, gosto do cheiro dos livros. Gosto de interromper a leitura num trecho especialmente bonito e encostá-lo contra o peito, fechado, enquanto penso no que foi lido. Depois reabro e continuo a viagem. Gosto do barulho das páginas sendo folheadas. Gosto das marcas de velhice que o livro vai ganhando: a lombada descascando, o volume ficando meio ondulado com o manuseio. Tem gente que diz que uma casa sem cortinas é uma casa nua. Eu penso o mesmo de uma casa sem livros.

Martha Medeiros   (via renunciador)

(Source: brustew)

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You know when you’re stalking that old big crush expecting to feel something and nothing happens? Not a warm in your chest, your heart doesn’t escape a single beat. But you need to find out why you were almost in love with that person, so you keep looking for something. And you find a song and think “Ok, let’s listen, he has a good taste for music”. It’s a sweet and romantic song and you feel that thing you needed but it’s not because of him. It’s because of the song. It doesn’t reminds you of him in any level but that random song that he shared in his Facebook weeks ago, with nothing written about it, gives you that good feeling we have when we are in love. And you suddenly finds out that we don’t fall for people. We fall for music.

                                                                            - peaceloveandrevenge