you must know by now that i have this insane love crush on bookcases that just covers the entire wall. something about showing off your books just makes my heart skip a beat, butterflies in my tummy and all that mushy a fluttering they say love is about.
albeit that this picture is actually just a wallpaper (i think) it still calls out to me like a forgotten love that yearns to be back in its lovers arm.
i swear that my home will be full of books and all that jazz and i swear my kids will love reading over watching tv, internet and will collect books like me. and although i’m currently in a cold war with books (i cant find good books to read!) i know we’ll be once again in each others arm cuddled under the sheets, in the hush of the night, like the lovers we once were.
