malice-bradbury:
there’s something very special about Secondhand Books. a ghost of a stranger’s hand lurking, their scrawled thoughts remain, some even leave tears and ink, and coffee stains. the whole experience is seemingly intimate. those dog-eared pages, forgotten bookmarks, the remnants of a reader who dreamed. questions surfacing - who held these pages? such is the power of literature: it connects even the most far-off individuals under ideas that compels them to yearn
