Google has had some stunning logos over the years, but this one is a showstopper.
“Do you really need a new book?”
- When not all the books in the series are the same height.
- When books change covers with editions so they don’t all match unless you buy the series in one go.
- When some books are hardcover and some are softcover and it doesn’t match but you can’t find another copy.
- When some covers are different in certain countries so you don’t get the main one which also happens to look better than all the other varieties.
- Basically just books.
- God damn them.
Remember The Battle Of Hogwarts (May 2, 1998)
Fifteen years ago today the Battle of Hogwarts took place, resulting in the final defeat of Lord Voldemort and the end of the Second Wizarding War. Honor the fallen heros Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Lavender Brown, Colin Creevey, Severus Snape, and many others. May their sacrifice never be forgotten.
do you ever think about how weird reading is
our eyes are able to scan these different symbols and construct the scenarios and concepts they describe in our mind
and these concepts have the power to twist our emotions and make us cry and laugh and wow reading is weird
”..wow reading is weird“
Of all the beautiful words that has ever graced this world with their presence, you pick “weird”?
woah relax shakespeare
Satanic Leaf-Tailed Gecko
I want one, I shall name him…Gex
It’s Spyro though.
Reblogging because Spyro
I’m not crying there’s just a school bus in my eye
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
The sun embraces me
The vines reach for me
The warm smells of bread and sausage chase me
The breeze toys with me
The low rumble of cars surround me
The sweet light taste of a cannolo fills me
I am lost in a maze
Of cobblestones streets and hanging laundry
Of olive trees and grazing sheep
Of lyrical words foreign to my ears
May I stay lost forever?
“A room without books is like a body without a soul”
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