juxtapologist:

thelovelybones:

paintings by Allison Schulnik

It isn’t even mixed media oh my goodness.

musicalblogging:

Laura Palmer (Abbey Road Sessions) Bastille

mad love for this

Falling in love with yourself first doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible.
written by Things I’ll teach my children (via tierdropp)

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This is why it hurts the way it hurts.

You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.

You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.


written by Iain S. Thomas (via southeastskies)

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lagubeko:

All the Buildings in New York, James Gulliver Hancock.

do you ever go into a book store and just find all of your favourite author’s books even though you already have them and you just hover in that general area for a while

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shesinacoma:

“Just a few days after Nabokov’s death, there was an invasion of butterflies out in Springs, Long Island. It probably happens every year. But the reason I noticed the butterflies this time was the presence—or the absence—of Nabokov.” Saul Steinberg, from “Portraits and Landscapes” 
iwillbeyourfairytale:

when I am reading a book and suddenly one small sentence just stands out and sums up everything I am feeling.

Birdsong remains to be one of my favourite novels
It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
written by Jack Kerouac  (via closedforprayer)

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