the book of kels

[pen-to-paper-bm]

Not friends, not enemies, just strangers with memories.

(via pen-to-paper-bm)

[keysofshadowandlight]

[keysofshadowandlight]

Words like dark chocolate….

[thebookofkels]

I dreamt-- I ran, but I couldn’t shout your name

[heresay]

A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.

Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh (via heresay)

[punlovsin]

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind

[bookmania]

Alice asked the Cheshire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, “What road do I take?” The cat asked, “Where do you want to go?” “I don’t know,” Alice answered. “Then,” said the cat, “it really doesn’t matter, does it?”

Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (via bl-ossomed)

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

She had a passionate longing for the garden, the darkness, the pure sky, the stars.

– Anton Chekhov, “After the Theatre” (via lachantefleurie)

[wordsnquotes]

We find ourselves in the sacrifices we make.

Cammie McGovern, Neighborhood Watch (via wordsnquotes)

[thebookofkels]

i lie awake and beg the world to fall asleep

[gingerbronson]

“He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it.”

Leo Tolstoy  (via flowerwomb)

[meanwhilepoetry]

Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

[mythologyofblue]

It was a strange winter and nothing and everything happened.

gertrude stein; “the autobiography of alice b. toklas” (via mademedance)

[thebookofkels]

Post 6 facts about yourself and then send this to your 10 favorite followers! ( •⌄• ू )✧

Awesome! Thanks for the tag!! ^_^

1) I am a coffee fiend (she types as she sips her coffee…actually not, because that would put both my computer and my precious coffee at risk–but you get the gist)

2) Lately I keep sleeping in freakishly late (*cough*four*cough)

3) Oil paint is a comfort smell for me

4) I don’t really have IRL friends, except for my sisters (but I keep meeting so many awesome people online)

5) I’ve had bangs since I was a kid and sometimes I hate them but I look dumb without them

6) According to my Goodreads stats, I read 23 books in 2015–which is really pathetic for me (but lately I’ve been pickier about books so I dropped a lot over that year, sometimes after getting 100+ pages into them)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

It’s a pale, silent day: I would like to be walking in a wood, far away.

Katherine Mansfield, from a diary entry (via oiseauperdu)

[quotemadness]

I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.

Ernest Hemingway (via quotemadness)

[aseaofquotes]

Rachel Joyce, The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy

[thebookofkels]

she whispered secrets to the trees they whispered back, but what tales they spun, she could not tell