bestrooftalkever:

A long December and there’s reason to believeMaybe this year will be better than the lastI can’t remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin’Now the days go by so fast

bestrooftalkever:

A long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin’
Now the days go by so fast

seemenowlovemelater:

this is what I mean by it shouldn’t be any different the other way round

(via waterlights)

La falta de respeto, aunque menos agresiva que un insulto directo, puede adoptar una forma igualmente hiriente. Con la falta de respeto no se insulta a otra persona, pero tampoco se le concede reconocimiento; simplemente no se la ve como ser humano integral cuya presencia importa.
Cuando la sociedad trata de esta manera a las masas y sólo destaca a un pequeño número de individuos como objeto de reconocimiento, la consecuencia es la escasez de respeto, como si no hubiera suficiente cantidad de esta preciosa sustancia para todos. Al igual que muchas hambrunas, esta escasez es obra humana; a diferencia del alimento, el respeto no cuesta nada. Entonces, ¿Por qué habría de escasear?
El respeto, Richard Sennet (via nataliatxt)

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vintageanchorbooks:

#tbt the Gorey days…

(via ohmysaintedaunt)

Thanks to having iTunes on shuffle, I’ve been reminded that I love this song. 

slaughterhouse90210:

“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

slaughterhouse90210:

“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.”
― Sylvia Plath,
The Bell Jar

zacmof:

This is amazing
Found here

zacmof:

This is amazing

Found here

(via scottaukerman)

When Autocorrect changes a word you didn’t spell wrong…

brokenlimits:

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unwinona:

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huffpostbooks:

What’s Your Book Shelfie Style?

personal significance mixed with chronological

Stacked for space, genre, alphabetical by author, special shelf for personal meaning. I don’t fuck around with my book organization.

Mine are sorted by theme; there’s a shelf for my collection of old books, a shelf for my massive collection of Holmesiana, a shelf for comics, a shelf for my Garth Nix (of which I have a great many), a (section of) a shelf for Tolkien etc. Within those sections things are just put wherever with the exception of the Holmesiana, which is chronological.

The manga collection, however, IS sorted alphabetically by title, as is the DVD collection.

ALWAYS by height.  God bless the trade paperback.

One way to mark your territory in shared living situations is to play weird Pink Floyd music loudly.

mallelis:

"Well, here we are, at the lighthouse." It had been a wonderful day, walking to the lighthouse.

- “To The Lighthouse,” Virginia Woolf

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