Crooks & Books

*Books, coffee, lover of autumn and the smell of rain. All follows come from my main blog. *Currently reading: /

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autumn path by Thunderi

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Regal cat

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halloween ready

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We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society (via to-write-my-book)

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Dear Dad, It’s been seven years since I last saw you or heard from you. I don’t even remember the last time I saw you. I know it was a couple of days before the end of the seventh grade…

Because sometimes, Father’s day is a difficult day for me. 

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Buttermilk Vanilla Waffles

Really nice recipes. Every hour.

Show me what you cooked!

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I’ve tried spending an afternoon in a café quite a few times in the past and it was always stressful due to lack of time and too many plans and never as lovely as it sounded beforehand. But today, I came into a café in a foreign city with no plans at all and just did what I felt like doing. I had some coffee, wrote to a dear friend on a whim, took some photos, wrote into my diary and smiled at strangers, and unlike all those other times, it was one of the best afternoons that I spent on my own.

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Admont Library, Austria

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