little things

psycho. music addict. book addict. want to travel the world.

[vexheart]

[vexheart]

[the-bar-sinister]

I am not a "content creator" I am a writer and artist. I do not make the works that an audience demands, or that I think will be popular. I make the works that I'm passionate about, when I'm passionate about them.

[my-dark-paradize]

Saving the book community one tumblr statement at a time. Thanks.

[beautifulbookland]

Falling for fictional characters like

[blakeisbaby]

In the beginning

In the middle

In the end

[henricavyll]

I hoped today might be a good day. Hope is a dangerous thing.

1917 (2019) dir. Sam Mendes

[naturaekos]

No one has ever become poor by giving.

Anne Frank, diary of Anne Frank (via naturaekos)

[goodreadss]

Water Lilies 1899 by Claude Monet

[seyduox]

[goodreadss]

[simkaswriting]

I LOVE JAMES MCAVOY WITH MY WHOLE ASS HEART

[beautifulbookland]

Falling for fictional characters like

[my-dark-paradize]

We should not be threatened by different opinions. We should take them into consideration, we do not know everything and that is why we should not be absolute in our beliefs. We should feel confident with ourselves only because we are so open to new ideas and that does not frighten us, it elevates us to be better listeners and interpreters of life. So be critical, but not absolute.

[my-dark-paradize]

It's like you're trying so hard to win the argument instead of being actually right. Constantly trying to disprove me or come up with a counterargument instead of trying to see my point. This is fucking toxic.

Egos everywhere

[the-secret-historian]

Reading Classics be like:

Bro I’m really trying to sympathise with your repression, but could you please tone down the misogyny?

[my-dark-paradize]

it's very difficult when you grow smarter while growing up, you find yourself disagreeing with the majority of people or people start to annoy you more than before.

[amargedom]

Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via amargedom)