Leadenhall Market. London, June 2014.
"Control yourself," whispers the conscience.
"Stop," whispers the wallet.
"Shut up, we’re in a bookstore," whispers the heart.
Are you telling me the fate of 12 billion people is in the hands of a thief, two thugs, a murderer, and a maniac?
arranging my bookshelf? more like sitting in front of it and having a series of feels while hugging my books