I am haunted by humans.

A blog dedicated to the amazing piece of literature that is The Book Thief.
Just a warning if you haven't finished it - there will be spoilers.


Almost all the words are fading now. The black book is disintegrating under the weight of my travels. That’s another reason for telling this story. What did we say earlier? Say something enough times and you never forget it.

—Death - The Book Thief (via ijwalker)

(via girlwithaguitarr)

The war outside our door keeps raging on

(Source: lieselsteiner)

Finally, the Hubermanns.
Hans.
Papa.
He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say ‘I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.’ Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out. More of them have already found their way to other places. This one was sent out by the breath of an accordion, the odd taste of champagne in summer, and the art of promise-keeping.

—The Book Thief by Markus Zusak (via faeery)

Ahhh,

Sorry I haven’t posted in so long, I’ve been busy with my musical and midterms and things-hopefully I’ll be on more now though. You can always submit things, too!

Also, if any of you saw How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying this past Sunday-shoutout to you! ;D

Together, they would watch everything that was so carefully planned collapse, and they would smile at the beauty of destruction.

—Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via bryoni)

(Source: holmesbound, via girlwithaguitarr)

It’s hard not to like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them

—The Book Thief (via justsmilesalena)

Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that’s only the A’s. Just don’t ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.

—The Book Thief (via chanel-deschanel)