I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them—with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself.
– Eudora Welty (via divine-despair) Via Word Painting
Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.
–Oscar Wilde (via isolates)
oh, so true.
(Source: hockey-teeth)
Via SoSoS
