twirlyeleven:

I just realized my home does have a library. It just happens to also be my bedroom.

(via blissfullyescapingreality)


bookshelfbelle:

"Control yourself," whispers the conscience.

"Stop," whispers the wallet.

"Shut up, we’re in a bookstore," whispers the heart.

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It’s funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine, fresh-cut grass and honeysuckle, asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms, the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding the exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine.
That Summer -Sarah Dessen (via thatkindofwoman)

(via langleav)


An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.

overachieversyndrome:

Do you guys ever get book cravings?
Like you really, really want to read but you want that specific book to read and you do everything in your power to get it? Online, kindle, library, barnes&noble… Or is it just me?

(via blissfullyescapingreality)



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