Booklover

dearlyjess:

bookstore hopping in DC ~

the-forest-library:

illicit-angoisse:

My library study aesthetic is starting to scream ‘dark academia’.

Oh well.

petaltexturedskies:

I shall live on dreams because reality is too cruel for me. I think I shall be the kind of person that nobody understands,

Anaïs Nin, Linotte: The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1914-1920

dailykafka:

ALT

— April 4, 1922 / Franz Kafka diaries

thecornercoffeeshop:

Little snippets spotted at Commonwealth Books, Boston

forkingandcottage:

(Image credit: Future / Brent Darby)

𝑓ₒᵣ ⲕᵢ𝑛𝑔 ₐ𝑛𝑑 𝑐ₒ𝑡𝑡ₐ𝑔ₑ

aseaofquotes:

John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany

learnelle:

Dublin will take any opportunity to squeeze a tiny bookshop into a cozy space 🌧

lettersfromthelighthouse:

So the point of my keeping a notebook has never been, nor is it now, to have an accurate factual record of what I have been doing or thinking. That would be a different impulse entirely, an instinct for reality which I sometimes envy but do not possess.

Joan Didion, On Keeping a Notebook, 1966, in: Slouching Towards Bethlehem

rosepompadour:

I had my heart in books & poetry, & my experience in reveries. Books & dreams were what I lived in.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning in a letter to Robert Browning, dated March 20, 1845

thecornercoffeeshop:

Commonwealth Books, Boston

inspiring-pho2os:

showings:

I find in all the works of all the great writers, especially in their unedited letters, some touch, some sign of myself - some resemblance, some part of myself, like a thousand reflections of my own hands in a dark mirror.

Katherine Mansfield, “The Modern Soul”

godzilla-reads:

“There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.”

—Michael Ende, The Neverending Story