Quiet things that can be magical
the lapel of a coat bird houses tiny coffee cups the dying butterfly the broken violin a map in a library watching someone mouth the words in a book the sky reflected in a puddle leaves falling silently Sunday afternoon the way a song can make one shiver cloud days when the sun stretch across the expanse of the sky, making the sky glow so white that it burns the eyes the moon in the...
In the failing light they all looked sharp-edged and ethereal and divided by...– Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
I should not be allowed in a bookstore with a wallet.
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Friend: What's your type?
Me: Famous or fictional.
I’m pretty well cloistered, and I suppose, books mean more than people to me...– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via faeriepetals)
Darling, all night I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.– Sylvia Plath, from “Fever 103°” (via atp-)
Don't Slow Me Down If I'm Going Too Fast:... →
blondesturntogrey: The pauses between the lines in iambic should be awkward and nonsensical. Shakespeare: I advanced the usage of iambic pentameter. You are jealous of me. Moliere: I came before your time And guess what bitch? I rhyme. Shakespeare: I wrote plays for everyone to understand. Everyone knows…
Les gens de qualité savent tout sans avoir jamais rien appris– Moliere, Les Precieuses Ridicules (via leprofdefrancais)
No one asks me to do anything. Vainly, I have the feeling that this is of my...– Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 23 June 1927 (via proustitute)