I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea.– Margaret Atwood (via vvolare)
What do you think?” shouted Razumihin, louder than ever, “you think I am...– Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment (via idlekid) (via fikzio)
I like books that aren’t just lovely but that have memories in themselves. Just...– Emma Watson, Time Magazine (via ellegranger)
If you see that some aspect of your society is bad, and you want to improve it,...– Leo Tolstoy (via explore-blog)
In the stead of posing myself a question, I would formulate some of the questions that I would pose to any writer I admired. How does he work? Does he write in the morning, like Hemingway? Does he write at night, like Kafka? Does he steel himself for the task with alcohol or does he wire himself up with caffeine? Does he work at home or in a café? Does he listen to music or does he require...
Athletes risk — and often sacrifice — their bodies for their sport. What writers...– Supervert
reading-passion: Isn’t it the worst feeling ever if you see someone holding their book like this
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to...– F.Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via pfelps)
I’m not gonna sit around and waste my precious divine energy trying to explain...– Esperanza Spalding (via albinwonderland)
That’s what I do: I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism....– Anne Sexton (via 1000gynecologists)
Please know there are much better things in life than being lonely or liked or...– Chuck Palahniuk (via 1000gynecologists)
John Green's tumblr: The Commencement Address →
fishingboatproceeds: Some people have asked to read the commencement address I delivered this morning to the 2013 graduates of Butler University. So here it is. My own commencement speaker, who shall remain nameless, began with a lame joke about how these speeches only come in two varieties: Short and bad. This…
She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! alas! she must confess to...– Jane Austen, Persuasion (via thelifeguardlibrarian)
I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me. It resembles my own mind except...– George Orwell, 1984 (via evocativesynthesis)
marygraacee: if I ever get married he’s gonna learn to be a night owl the hard way: with his arms wrapped all around trying to fight the weeping and sobbing of my restless heart leaving aftershocks that rock me to sleep as his breathing eases and he thinks “I’ve finally won” only to find that the sun has begun to light the day
On a random note, if you’re pulling a stressful all-nighter, I highly recommend Brian Eno’s ambient music. I’m currently listening to Ambient 1/Music For Airports, and I’m calming the eff down and getting the eff to work.
I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via ileu)
adventuresonpaper: I’ll come back for you i whisper as i caress the books i can’t afford
a very booklust daft punk review
Daft Punk’s Random Access Memories makes me simultaneously nostalgic for a past I’ve never breathed in and a future I’ve never seen. Consequently, when listening to it, I feel purely, simply, and blissfully present, suspended between these two equally true, equally seductive, and equally elusive aesthetics. In the modern era, we do not only draw from our own memory; we draw from...