Our Wish for the End, Me, Digital Collage, 2020
The Secret History by Donna Tartt
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
The Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie
Circe by Madeline Miller
To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Recitatif by Toni Morrison
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
The Lord Of The Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
‣ watching the clouds pass by your window
‣ completely changing your spotify playlists
‣ reading up on long-dead philosophers and some new ones
‣ boiling the kettle three separate times because you keep forgetting that you put it on already
‣ painting your nails
‣ listening to the trees and the birds within them
‣ flipping through unread books hoping one will catch your attention
‣ reading poetry and tasting it on the back of your tongue
‣ dabbling in witchcraft
‣ thinking about Oscar Wilde
‣ experiencing intense nostalgia but letting it consume you instead of pushing it away like you usually do
‣ getting too involved in the classical music you’re listening to and feeling the crescendo in your soul
‣ fantasizing
dustpages
The Louvre // Lorde
vintage astronomy
how to stop endlessly analyzing your own behavior as if you were a scientific experiment
““Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.””
— Lisa See
sometimes i can’t believe how dreamy this city is! ✨🌙
“The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.”
— T. S. Eliot (via wordsnquotes)
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