While reading.
My brain: You're tired. Enough for today.
My fingers: I can't stop turning pages. It's so interesting. Let me finish this chapter.
Nobody:
Literally no one:
My brain when I'm trying to sleep at night: *starts quoting books/TVshow/Movie lines*
Thinking of Patrochilles when listening a love/sad/romantic song and then feeling too much than you already feel about them.
Me: *suddenly catching myself being happy* Why are you so happy?
Me: *thinks,omg why am I happy?*
Me: *realising* BOOKS😍 'cause I read a book.
Me: *continues being happy*