I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything

—Jonathan Safran Foer (via wordsnquotes)

I believed that I wanted to be a poet,
but deep down I wanted to be a poem.

—Jamie Gil de Biedma (via buttholepoetry)

(Source: elliptical)

I have a book series in mind (one I am really excited about starting) but I don’t know if I want my current novel to be a part of it..

(Source: nube-lu)

the manuscripts of the masters: 20th century writers 

jean-louis lebris de kerouac
francis scott key fitzgerald
ernest miller hemingway
john ronald reule tolkien 
john ernst steinbeck, jr
arunaea:

untitled by Berta Pfirsich on Flickr.
curiossity:

♫

My soul’s bliss kills my body, but does not satisfy itself.

—Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights (via violentwavesofemotion)

(Source: amyvnorris)

abookishtype:


by photos91:
Biking and shopping for books in Jimbocho.

Bookworms will break for books.

abookishtype:

by photos91:

Biking and shopping for books in Jimbocho.

Bookworms will break for books.

I see everyone and no one in myself.

—Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry dated 23 May 1951. (via violentwavesofemotion)

You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.

Hoppy O’Halloran, Angela’s Ashes  (via psych-facts)