Books, Dogs and Beyond.

George Constanza from Kings Landing a.k.a. Dubrovnik, Croatia. Book hoarder & travel enthusiast.

[m00wd]

A person raised in love and another raised in survival, will never see the world the same way.

—M00wd

[freakoutgirl]

perhaps. i do want to be loved. unfortunate.

[charnel-grounds]

Zdzisław Beksiński (1929–2005) - Figure, 1978

oil on board

[blueegrief]

The Art of Hopelessness.

[fictionadventurer]

Reading old books gets an extra layer of fun when you start to piece together how all these historical eras run together. The heroes of one era become the stodgy out-of-touch parents of the next. 1920s Bright Young Things are calling people "Victorians" in an "okay, Boomer" way. Victorian novels have Regency rakes hanging around like old hippies. Regency novels have old Georgians who still powder their hair. It's just fun to see the mixing of generations, the mix of old and new, because history's not neat little boxes, it's life all jumbled together.

[jamesdeaner]

[tempera-mento]

ja san dite s mora, moja mati je Dalmacija!

[richelle-goodrich]

"'Unconditional love' is a redundant expression; if it’s not unconditional, then it’s not love."

― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

[resqectable]

“You need someone that loves your soul more than your body”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“Please believe that one single positive dream is more important than a thousand negative realities.”

— Adeline Yen Mah

[deadly-danaid]

"The words you never speak become the whispers that pervade your mind."

Moka Lynn, Let it out

[perfectfeelings]

“Be a child again. Flirt. Giggle. Dip your cookies in your milk. Take a nap. Say you are sorry if you hurt someone. Chase a butterfly. Be a child again.”

— Unknown

[askyea-poesy]

A scream from the bottom of the deepest, darkest cave of my soul, only to find itself strangled by the leashes of the ear deafening silence of my broken heart.

Roxanne Deurloo

[vamplire]

i am not a hoarder of books. i am a collector of lives, a keeper of words, a bringer to new worlds.

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from her novel titled "The Waves," originally published in 1931

[mournfulroses]

Clarice Lispector, from An Apprenticeship or, The Book of Delights written in 1969

[gwydionmisha]

Two Young Men, 23 to 24 Years Old - C. P. Cavafy

He’d been sitting in the café since ten-thirty expecting him to turn up any minute. Midnight went by, and he was still waiting for him. It was now after one-thirty, and the café was almost deserted. He’d grown tired of reading newspapers mechanically. Of his three lonely shillings only one was left: waiting that long, he’d spent the others on coffees and brandy. He’d smoked all his cigarettes. So much waiting had worn him out. Because alone like that for so many hours, he’d also begun to have disturbing thoughts about the immoral life he was living. But when he saw his friend come in— weariness, boredom, thoughts vanished at once. His friend brought unexpected news. He’d won sixty pounds playing cards. Their good looks, their exquisite youthfulness, the sensitive love they shared were refreshed, livened, invigorated by the sixty pounds from the card table. Now all joy and vitality, feeling and charm, they went—not to the homes of their respectable families (where they were no longer wanted anyway)— they went to a familiar and very special house of debauchery, and they asked for a bedroom and expensive drinks, and they drank again. And when the expensive drinks were finished and it was close to four in the morning, happy, they gave themselves to love.