So It Goes

. She/Her . Books . Tea . . And Everything In Between .

[leahroy]

There’s something about the smell of old books that brings an indescribable comfort

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[aaloosshitposting]

"If I were orpheus I wouldn't look back"

But we look back everyday- rechecking emails, making sure a friend is still behind you, checking to see if you remebered to pick up your keys. It's second nature, a habit of care.

It was second nature for him too. He looked back, not out of weakness, but love. For what is love, if not to look back?

[anotherbookinthelibrary]

An Orpheus who didn't turn around is an Orpheus who never walked down in the first place

[ariaiscursed]

- forever & always

[threeamserif]

instagram | photos are my own, reblogs fine, do not repost/reuse

[andantegrazioso-deactivated2018]

Warwick, England

[academic-vampire]

𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔫𝔢𝔯

[midnightinshadow]

[sidneysheldon]

Sidney Sheldon, “The Doomsday Conspiracy”

[typewriter-post]

[professor-winter]

ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ

[cranberrywren]

i was thinking about wandering off into the fog later if anyone wants to join

[leahroy]

Recent Reads

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1. Hell Bent, Leigh Bardugo

2. Sleepy Hollow and Other Short Stories, Washington Irving

3. The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, John Koenig

4. If We Were Villains, M.L. Rio

5. Don’t Let The Forest In, C.G. Drews

6. The Invisible Life of Addie Larue, V.E. Schwab

7. Wild Reverence, Rebecca Ross

8. Katabasis, R.F. Kuang

9. The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller

10. The House Across The Lake, Riley Sager

11. Keep It In The Family, John Marrs

12. The Housemaid, Freida McFadden

13. The Clinic, Cate Quinn

14. Yellowface, R.F. Kuang

15. We Used To Live Here, Marcus Kliewer

16. In The Realm of Hungry Ghosts, Gabor Maté

17. Bury Our Bones In The Midnight Soil, V.E. Schwab

[huariqueje]

The Long Way - Kayla Martel , 2021.

Irish , b.  1980s  -

Oil on canvas, 24 x 30 cm.

[midnightinshadow]

[academiaatitsfinest]

Come, walk with me,

There’s only thee

To bless my spirit now –

We used to love on winter nights

To wander through the snow;

Can we not woo back old delights?

— Emily Brontë

[oditorie]

[florial]