macrolit:

The Stranger, Albert Camus

She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding across the spinal chord of each book. It sounded like an instrument, or the notes of running feet.
— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via thebooker)
 distantheartbeats:

Currently, in the Tate Modern.

distantheartbeats:

Currently, in the Tate Modern.

sigvardnilsson:

Book Design by Lili Koves (i forget how to do the little dots over the o)

 
A library is never complete. That’s the joy of it. We are always seeking one more book to add to our collection.
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There. (via falling-inlove-with-books)
 
"And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention."
Recent picture taken in Gaza.

"And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention."

Recent picture taken in Gaza.

(Source: themuslimavenger)

There’s the story, then there’s the real story, then there’s the story of how the story came to be told. Then there’s what you leave out of the story. Which is part of the story too.
Maddaddam, Margaret Atwood (via novelwisdom)

bibliolectors:

My book, my books / Mi libro, mis libros (ilustración de Claudia Deliguomini)

My mother taught me well so I rebel.
— Saul Williams (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: davesingh)

 
No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.
— H.P. Lovecraft (via nathanielstuart)
 (via Lotta på Bråkmakargatan | Flickr - Photo Sharing!)
i said to the sun, tell me about the big bang. the sun said, it hurts to become.
— andrea gibson, i sing the body electric, especially when my power’s out (via vaerity)

(Source: ale-thea)

 
In The Forest Library (by yanadhyana)