September 1st, 2014

starry-eyed-wolfchild:

The Old Butcher’s Bookshop, Paris

(Source: messynessychic.com, via teachingliteracy)

August 31st, 2014
August 30th, 2014
August 28th, 2014
August gave me such beautiful #books! How much do I love the orange hc, the street view under-jacket, the doodled 🐃🐂? ❤️❤️❤️ #bookstagram #yalit #coverlove

August gave me such beautiful #books! How much do I love the orange hc, the street view under-jacket, the doodled 🐃🐂? ❤️❤️❤️ #bookstagram #yalit #coverlove

August has given me such beautiful #books by dear Twitter friends! How much of I love the orange hardcover, the under-jacket city, the doodled 🐃🐂? ❤️❤️❤️ #yalit #bookstagram #coverlove

August has given me such beautiful #books by dear Twitter friends! How much of I love the orange hardcover, the under-jacket city, the doodled 🐃🐂? ❤️❤️❤️ #yalit #bookstagram #coverlove

We are always looking for the book it is necessary to read next.
Saul Bellow (via creatingaquietmind)

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August 27th, 2014
August 26th, 2014

travel-books-life:

My first time at The Strand.

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Tell me the best fantasy lands aren’t deep, deep conversations. The one you had when everyone else was asleep at a slumber party when you were nine years old on the basement floor covered by a green outdoor rug next to her brother’s barbell stand. Or the one you had on the bus with that boy when you were fourteen who said girls didn’t go out with him because he had a paunch and didn’t play football. And you admitted a few things about yourself that didn’t sound good. Or the one that kept you in the dining hall so you missed all your afternoon classes in college. Or the one that led you to elope. Or the one last week when you talked about how you felt about failing and failing again until one of the children came running in because you’d forgotten dinner. Tell me, aren’t the best fantasies where you have those conversations you don’t want to leave, like an island, ancient volcano, surrounded by jeweled waters, warm in the sunlight, icy in the shadow of its caves—a place you remember best for being rare, for being far in the middle of the sea, uninhabitable, or unbearably too inhabitable, left before we ruined it.