blackmagicdoll:

Dedicated to the “Big City Public Transport Commuters.”

“I often carry things to read
so that I will not have to look at
the people.”

—     Charles Bukowski,
The Last Night of the Earth Poems

violentwavesofemotion:

“How nice it is on a rainy night to wander and grow,”

— Konstantin Vaginov, tr. by Alfred C. Todd, from 20th Century Russian Poetry; “Song of Words,”

chitti-billo:

“Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams and you weren’t having any of those.”

— Sylvia Plath

helnight:

small things we should appreciate more

• the chirping of birds in the early morning
• the way the sun shines through the trees
• nature after it just rained
• constantly learning new things every day
• libraries, bookshops, bakeries and coffeeshops

not-hard-to-love:

books-and-floralteacups:

“You’re the only person I’ve ever met who can stand a bookstore as long as I can.”

— Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her (via uselessatheart)

drunkmarvel:

a wholeass fuckin’ mood

ohbutwebestmakepeacewithit:

i love the hungry reading you do when you become completely obsessed with a book, as if the words will disappear if you read it too slowly