All I had to do was open a book - to see the stories bleeding from page to page. To see the memories etched onto paper.
I spent my life folded between pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived loved and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being composed of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
|—||Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me (via simplybookdrunk)|