Darling Chekhov.
*credit goes to the Strand Books blog
bambi. (by MeganRosalyn*)
The library at Sissinghurst castle, the delightful and exquisite home of Vita Sackville-West and her husband, Harold Nicolson.
Fairy reader / Hada lectora (ilustración de Stephen Mackey)
Books (by caroline_dc)
Reading is the way out of ignorance.
— Ben Carson (via nathanielstuart)
I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.
— Simone de Beauvoir (via mirroir)
(Source: amandaonwriting)
By Jesus V
And I have stepped into your dream at night,
A stranger there, my body steeped in moonlight.
I watched you tremble, washed in all that silver.
Love, the stars have fallen into the garden
And turned to frost. They have opened like a hand.
— Thomas James, from “Tom O’ Bedlam among the Sunflowers” (via awritersruminations)
Loneliness is black coffee and late-night television; solitude is herb tea and soft music. Solitude, quality solitude, is an assertion of self-worth, because only in the stillness can we hear the truth of our own unique voices.
— Pearl Cleage (via lovemagicandrevolution)
I’m too involved in my dream-world, They’ve spilled over into reality. They’re a flood that’s sweeping me away.
— 三島 由紀夫 ( via naezekra)
