la nuit étoilée

27 | fond of curiosities from nature, classics and antiques. Ig: cosyautumnh pinterest: flourilegia “𝘛𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵”

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It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib

[angelbumbum]

i love bookstores. i love public libraries. i love being surrounded by books so so much

[metamorphesque]

— Marina Tsvetaeva, Pushkin and Pugachev (1937)

[petaltexturedskies]

Tennessee Williams, from “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof” in The Collected Plays

[in-love-with-world]

‧₊˚ 🦌✩ ₊˚ 🏔️ — mentally i am in this quiet corner of nature, listening to the birds singing, talking to the deer, finding peace and tranquility in the rustling of the leaves ✶

[cottaegecore]

virginia woolf

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Hannah Barnes

[lovesdaya]

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[xphaiea]

detail from Wunderkammer by Santiago Caruso

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@lovesdaya

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[rozieramati]

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[quotespile]

“When I open them, most of the books have the smell of an earlier time leaking out between the pages — a special odor of the knowledge and emotions that for ages have been calmly resting between the covers. Breathing it in, I glance through a few pages before returning each book to its shelf.”

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore