#Me ignoring my problems

Beauty & The Beast songs → Belle
There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Every morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor, provincial town
But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson and that he saved me in everyway that a person can be saved. I don’t even have a picture of him. He exists now only in my memory.
Bookshops are
time machines
spaceships
story-makers
secret-keepers
dragon-tamers
dream-catchers
fact-finders
& safe places.
Jen Campbell || The Bookshop Book (via introvertedbookworm24)


























