vellιcнor

n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.

Thank you for 200 subscribers. I'm really grateful, and I have no idea why you people even sub to me. You're all very important to me. ❤️

I also have an ask.fm and you can add me on skype [live:walkinghalfdead] if you ever want to talk. I don't have a life, so I'll be online. Just message me your ign or pmc name when you're adding me.

Thank you Fawkesy, for the palette, and thanks to everyone else who gave me opinions on it because I was nervous to post it.