You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
yes yes and yes
Let’s Go For A Hike
Poplar Kid’s Republic
Shakespeare & Co. Antiquarian Books
Cook and Book
El Ateneo Grand Splendid
Buenos Aires, Argentina
You can’t convince me this raccoon isn’t elegantly playing the deepest sonata you’ll ever hear on a avant garde harp
I hate when you sit in class and do absolutely nothing
like, I could do this shit in the comfort of my own bed.
That is a horror that may never again be recreated.
photobomb from beyond the grave
okay but when you flip it you get
HAYYYYY GURLLLL WHERE THE PARTY AT
this website i swear
Reblogging again for that comment.
I’ve now accepted the fact that I will die in a pile of unread books.
Jack Kerouac (via introspectivepoet)