nothing at all. :L
This caught my attention for two reasons: 1) It’s true. 2) I have Atlas Shrugged on my headboard behind me. I have yet...
If Jane Eyre visits Hogwarts on the night before Christmas in 1984, is the sky full of meatballs?
And I’m a fucking fine reader. Beautiful.
THIS MEANS I’M HARRY FUCKING POTTER.
Hopefully you’re not Atlas Shrugged…
I heart books!