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)
Walter Helbig: Stillleben mit Büchern und Gefässen (1926)
Apátfalvi Czene János
He would never understand the world but he would always love this music. He listened to this music, with God by his side, and knew that he had found a home.
— Jonathan Coe (The Rotters’ Club)
George Orwell, 1984
Submitted by theragingcalm.
Women readers / Lectoras (ilustración de Limeunhee)
(by Paj.)
