September 18th, 2014


Found these two gorgeous books in a little second hand bookshop. ‘The Poem’ by Vladimir Nabokov is pure magic. xo Lang 

September 17th, 2014
September 16th, 2014


i think i can accurately say that i can crush a man’s head with my thighs

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We are so overwhelmed with quantities of books, that we hardly realize any more that a book can be valuable, valuable like a jewel, or a lovely picture, into which you can look deeper and deeper and get a more profound experience very time. It is far, far better to read one book six times, at intervals, than to read six several books.
D.H. Lawrence, Apocalypse (via observando)
The remarkable light of the summer evening together with the nocturnal emptiness of the bridge.
Franz Kafka, from a diary entry  (via kafkaesque-world)

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September 15th, 2014

I don’t know how to tumblr. 
but it’s fun, still. 


I don’t know how to tumblr. 

but it’s fun, still. 

September 9th, 2014

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September 7th, 2014

Richard Flanagan, Wanting


Richard Flanagan, Wanting

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There’s no need to share thanks to these individual tarts.

Nectarine Tart with Rye-Cornmeal Crust via The Sprouted Kitchen

September 6th, 2014
Education doesn’t make you happy. Nor does freedom. We don’t become happy just because we’re free – if we are. Or because we’ve been educated – if we have. But because education may be the means by which we realize we are happy. It opens our eyes, our ears, tells us where delights are lurking, convinces us that there is only one freedom of any importance whatsoever, that of the mind, and gives us the assurance – the confidence – to walk the path our mind, our educated mind, offers.
Iris Murdoch (via observando)

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