"I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem."
—Jaime Gil de Bieda (via a-silent-coniglietto)
(Source: light-essence, via solitudinal)
nypl:
We’re in love with these gorgeous covers!
Read the full article “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz”: A children’s classic lives on though many editions and sequels.
(via npr)
I have this vision of summer that’s melting ice cream, water-stained pages, sunsets, fireflies, and sinking to the bottom of the pool pretending that you don’t really need to breathe because everything is magic and you’re more alive now than when you were gasping dry auditorium air.
It is growing likely that this will be my busiest summer yet, but I cling to the hope that - while my days might be copy machines, mouse clicks, and Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy playing out of one earbud while the other swings loosely so I can hear my name called across the hall - my nights will still hold that vision of summer and old friends might stop by to share.
kairosclerosis
n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
catherine’s painting of our grandpa, which i swear is more accurate than the photograph
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Mumford & Sons perform “Days/This Time Tomorrow” with Ray Davies.
(Source: well-share-my-all)
