my escape
hi tumblr. can i tell you a secret? so ive read like…10 books in the past 15 days… 12 in the past month or so. this isnt the secret part though.
sometimes, i feel like falling into a world of fiction is the only way to settle my reality down. for the past couple of months, ive just constantly needed something to do… a place to retreat to so i can get on with my life. first, that escape was teaching. now, it looks like reading will be the place that hides me from thinking about other shit.
