Dara Horn, The World to Come
Submitted by mehhues.
City books / Ciudad de libros (ilustración de Hartmut R. Berlinicke)
I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two every day running alone, not speaking to anyone, as well as four or five hours alone at my desk, to be neither difficult nor boring. I’ve had this tendency ever since I was young, when, given a choice, I much preferred reading books on my own or concentrating on listening to music over being with someone else. I could always think of things to do by myself.
— Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (via jaimelannister)
(Source: aggravatedhooliganism)
A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.
— William Wordsworth (via wordpainting)
Louis Vuitton Travel Library.
Holy God.
I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
— Edgar Allan Poe (via larmoyante)
(Source: larmoyante)
Cozy living room
Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing.
— Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via pavorst)
Madrid/Berlin-based artist Pablo Genovés uses vintage photographs to create digital collages depicting museums, performance halls, and ballrooms crushed by forces of nature titled “Precipitados”
(by Sumer Rayna)
