When Virginia Woolf said “I think the only prescription for me is to have a thousand interests.” Soooo true. The only cure to the devastating human condition is to immerse yourself in your little obsessions.

This bit where they stare at each other’s lips in the middle of the argument is hotter than any sex scene ever filmed

Eurydice’s out of office message, which she wrote thinking nobody (Orpheus) would actually do it and she could enjoy her sabbatical in the Underworld without her ex (Orpheus)

If you don’t love a story at its “she released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding” you don’t deserve it at its “italicized ‘Oh.’”

I don’t want a “career,” I want to be a statue in the middle of the garden who comes alive when a cute stranger kisses its lips on a dare

Me when I force somebody to read something I’m obsessed with and keep checking to see if they got to my favourite parts yet

“If we’re both single by a certain age we will marry each other” is always a fun story concept but it could be even better if the pact is made between rivals as a drunken dare and they go on to sabotage each other’s relationships because they’ve been secretly in love all along

Reading truly stupendous fanfic of fandoms you’ve never engaged with and know exceedingly little about is fabulous. It’s just like picking up a random book at the store because the blurb spoke to you and finding yourself with a gem in your hands. Except properly tagged.

Waiting for someone to write me a historical romance where two ladies are flirting with each other from across the room via fan signals and the guy standing behind them thinks it’s meant for him. He panics because he’s been secretly eyeing the hot Duke all night.