simena:

Paul Gustav Fischer

simena:

Paul Gustav Fischer

 vintageanchorbooks:

Canada’s Alice Munro coin…
The coin bears the figure of a woman overlooking an open book inscribed with a passage from The Messenger, from Alice Munro’s short story collection The View from Castle Rock. A hand holding a pen rests at the bottom. (Royal Canadian Mint)

vintageanchorbooks:

Canada’s Alice Munro coin…

The coin bears the figure of a woman overlooking an open book inscribed with a passage from The Messenger, from Alice Munro’s short story collection The View from Castle Rock. A hand holding a pen rests at the bottom. (Royal Canadian Mint)

 firstbook:

Q. What’s better than cute little kids with brand-new books?A. Nothing.Ms. Hoskins sent us this picture of her class, kindergarten room 115 at Burton International Academy in Detroit, showing off the new books they received from First Book and our friends at the Detroit Federation of Teachers.

firstbook:

Q. What’s better than cute little kids with brand-new books?
A. Nothing.

Ms. Hoskins sent us this picture of her class, kindergarten room 115 at Burton International Academy in Detroit, showing off the new books they received from First Book and our friends at the Detroit Federation of Teachers.

 

(Source: dumbleddore)

 hayaam4ik:

The name of my rose by Johns Beharry on Flickr.
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.
— Philip K. Dick (via realizes)
 mikesta95:

http://rebeccamock.com
 wordpainting:

This is true.

wordpainting:

This is true.

 thelastparagraph9:

Novels by Vladimir Nabokov

thelastparagraph9:

Novels by Vladimir Nabokov

Why is it that when you awake to the world of realities you nearly always feel, sometimes very vividly, that the vanished dream has carried with it some enigma which you have failed to solve?
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot (via i-wannatravel)
 littlesnaps:

An antique bookshop found on a little street in Caen. The best memory I have of this place is the smell…it was incredible…

littlesnaps:

An antique bookshop found on a little street in Caen. The best memory I have of this place is the smell…it was incredible…

(Source: intemperate-thoughts)

Gnossienne
n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand. (via nyctaeus)
 bibliolectors:

Book Club (ilustración de Jeff Basting)

bibliolectors:

Book Club (ilustración de Jeff Basting)

Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
— Andrea Gibson, excerpt from “Bone Burying” (via larmoyante)

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 pashtundukhtaree:

Province of Badakhshan, Afghanistan
2001
by: Thomas Dworzak

pashtundukhtaree:

Province of Badakhshan, Afghanistan

2001

by: Thomas Dworzak