meghna @meghnawrites - Tumblr Blog

ieg

Chen Chi-kwan (陳其寬)

simena

Alexander Shevchuk

felicitypdf

meditation at lagunitas, robert hass

crucifiedlovers

You tasted it. Isn't that enough? Of what do you ever get more than a taste? That's all we're given in life, that's all we're given of life. A taste. There is no more.

Philip Roth, The Dying Animal

antikien

anthony bourdain’s favorite things from wall street journal series. newly realised, longly evolving unrecognized habit of observing people’s favorite things set up as if an altar.

okuyanbiresma

junepours

plenty of emotions.

bilover

if i bring a book someplace it doesn't necessarily mean i want to read it mayb i just want to take her own a walk. Get her some fresh air and a change of scenery

weltenwellen

Marya Hornbacher, Waiting

soracities

“I have sometimes thought that a woman’s nature is like a great house full of rooms: there is a hall, through which everyone passes, going in and out; the drawing room, where one receives formal visits; the sitting room, where members of the family come and go as they list; but beyond that, far beyond, are other rooms, the hands of whose doors are perhaps never touched; no one knows the way to them, no one knows whither they lead; and in the innermost room, the soul sits alone and waits.”

— Edith Wharton, The Ghost Stories (via heteroglossia)