prior caption: "i want a bookcase so big and filled, it requires a ladder. also, filled with only used books. that's the dream!" which i guess is less of a dream because at this point all i need is the ladder.
Read outside, in the grass. books about adventures and friends. and I was all the time alone with the grass, feeling the scent of the book above all. so, I guess my best friends are a book and some little spot of grass.