carry on, my darling.

Everything is so fucked. But I love you.

[damian-vanbrussel]

old books

[neckkiss]

Bangkok

[book-pause-deactivated20171119]

Eliot’s Books (Toronto, Canada) Gustavo Thomas

[perrfectly]

Photo by Patrick Tomasso

[sustancy]

[foreverlostinliterature]

[sustancy]

[maureen2musings]

Black-capped Chickadee & Downy Woodpecker showcasing winter fashion by donning a snowflake accessory

jocelynandersonphotography

[perrfectly]

Credits belong to owner x

[loustatdivorce]

love is stored in a broken space shuttle that may or may not crash somewhere over the pacific

[goodlittlegoddess]

“Well, we are the stars,” Joan said. “And the stars are us. Every atom in our bodies was once there. Was once a part of them. To look at the night sky is to look at parts of who you once were, who you may one day be.”

— Taylor Jenkins Reid, from Atmosphere

[expressions-of-nature]

Arnarstapi, Iceland by Sergio Thor Miernik

[resqectable]

“It’s okay if I’m not your favorite chapter you have written, but I hope you sometimes smile when you flip back to the pages I was still apart of.”

— Unknown

[shisasan]

7 December 1942 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[quotefeeling]

“So much of what we learn about love is taught to us by people who never really loved us.”

— r.h. Sin

[adicttive]

[avalonrisingcomic]