You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
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You’re my Tim Burton to my Helena Bonham Carter.
You’re my Ron to my Hermione.
You’re my Jack to my Sally.
You’re my Jack* to my Lady Rainicorn.
And You’re the only want I need.
I would like to point out that its jake* not jack.
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