stuff your eyes with wonder

[ohmycavalier]

Brontë kitty. 

[newportfolkfest]

Bob Dylan - July 26, 1963 Newport Folk Festival 

Photos by Rowland Scherman

[bookshavepores]

Jean-Paul Sartre’s letter to Simone de Beauvoir

[feistiest]

the fact that stars exist and we can look at them every single night for free just makes me go !!!!!!!!!!!!

[victoriajoan]

Bought an old, used copy of Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being – it’s inscribed and full of underlined passages; how could anyone get rid of this?

[bookmania]

Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

Max Ehrmann,Desiderata (via bookmania)

[sarafratini]

Nina Simone.

I wish I felt that more in my life. 

[bookshavepores]

Me saying bye to my cat: Goodbye, I love you!!! Make good choices today. Don't forget that you're the most beautiful cat that has ever walked this earth. I'll be thinking of you all day!

[bookshavepores]

[salesonfilm-deactivated20180514]

Reinvention doesn’t have to be earth-shattering. Accepting yourself is a form of reinvention because you go through the world differently. You can look at yourself and like yourself. You don’t want to destroy yourself. When you start treating other people better, that’s reinvention. You don’t have to go from being an astronaut to a movie star. I’d rather just wake up in the morning and think, ‘Yeah, alright, I’m ok with who I am and I’m going to treat myself well today and be nice to everyone.’ That’s plenty of reinvention for the average person, including myself. Generosity and graciousness, we could all benefit from a little more of that.

Carrie Brownstein (via salesonfilm)

[bookshavepores]

And my sister, she is gonna die trying With her heart ablaze And a fighting song Not me, I'll be a dandelion Ooh, give a gust of wind And I'm gone

[lecataste]

[bookshavepores]

[bookshavepores]

[...]nerviosos, mis dedos, Se mueven hacia el cielo imitando tijeras.     Oh, mis dedos quisieran Cortar estrellas.

Alfonsina Storni, “Dos palabras”

[addicted-to-friends]

[soracities]

I swim in the sky; I float; my body is full of flowers, flowers with fingers giving me acute, acute caresses, sparks, jewels, quivers of joy, dizziness, such dizziness. Music inside of one, drunkenness. Only closing the eyes and remembering, and the hunger, the hunger for more, more, the great hunger, the voracious hunger, and thirst.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin (via booklust)

[bookshavepores]