Books had their own special perfume, their own special way to comfort people, in her opinion. She felt that they had souls in a sort of way. Machines didn’t have souls.
from my War Horse fanfiction, Time Knows No Boundaries
what if a follower transferred to your school just to try and get close to you
i would actually do this *creeper alert*
you realize that isn’t quirky or cute this is the kind of stuff horror movies are made of