Sorry! Loadin' up.

"I’m stuffed with literature. I don’t talk to anyone."
Charles Baudelaire in a letter to Caroline Aupick. August 3rd, 1838 (via days-of-reading)
nubbsgalore:

the autumnal colour spectrum
(photos by rob herr, richard shilling, ryan connors, evie jaye, mr. dale)
nubbsgalore:

the autumnal colour spectrum
(photos by rob herr, richard shilling, ryan connors, evie jaye, mr. dale)
nubbsgalore:

the autumnal colour spectrum
(photos by rob herr, richard shilling, ryan connors, evie jaye, mr. dale)
nubbsgalore:

the autumnal colour spectrum
(photos by rob herr, richard shilling, ryan connors, evie jaye, mr. dale)
nubbsgalore:

the autumnal colour spectrum
(photos by rob herr, richard shilling, ryan connors, evie jaye, mr. dale)

nubbsgalore:

the autumnal colour spectrum

(photos by rob herr, richard shilling, ryan connors, evie jaye, mr. dale)

"I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them."
Roger Zelazny, The Courts of Chaos (via creatingaquietmind)

cmgrzz:

I’ve been reading Absalom, Absalom! by Faulkner for an English class, fell in love with this quote.

Ugh I hate that empty feeling you get when you finish reading a book it’s like what do I do now!

a-concrete-rose:

😫😫😫😫😫😫

"Lord! When you sell a man a book you don’t sell him just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue — you sell him a whole new life."
Parnassus on Wheels, Christopher Morley (via thecosmonaut)

aseaofquotes:

Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

ananasbooks:

I miss the times when I used to pick the books to read by browsing around the library or bookstore for hours and not because of their hype or sales rank or goodreads rating.

"But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands."
Daphne du Maurier (via girlinlondon)
"Autumnal language: fullness and falling
away from the tree of self,"
Gregory Orr, from section 3 of “The Tree,” in The Caged Owl: New & Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
"This book, when I am dead, will be
A little faint perfume of me.
People who knew me well will say,
She really used to think that way."
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems (via booksquoteslove)