people are so infuriating sometimes like they won’t believe that racism or sexism exists but if you tell them that leaving half an onion next to their bedside table will cure them of all illnesses forever they will eat that shit up no questions asked
From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.