We need books because we are all, in the private kingdoms of our hearts, desperate for the company of a wise, true friend.(Source: seabois)
We need books because we are all, in the private kingdoms of our hearts, desperate for the company of a wise, true friend.
(Source: midwinter-tears)
(Source: sixtytwoseconds)
Ralph Waldo Emerson’s letter to Walt Whitman about Leaves of Grass.
“I am not blind to the worth of the wonderful gift of “Leaves Of Grass.” I find it the most extraordinary piece of wit and wisdom that America has yet contributed. I am very happy in reading it, as great power makes us happy.”
(Source: bookshavepores)
What is a poet? A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music… and men crowd about the poet and say to him: “Sing for us soon again”; that is as much to say: “May new sufferings torment your soul.(Source: exhiist)
The Chained Library of Zutphen
I took these pictures during a visit to the 16th-century chained library of Zutphen, in the east of the Netherlands. It is one of three such libraries still in existence in Europe. Nothing much has changed here for 550 years.
More info: http://www.librije-zutphen.nl/index.php?option=com_content&view=section&layout=blog&id=14&Itemid=111
Fab photos!
Atelier de Jules Toulot, place de Jaude à Clermont-Ferrand
(Source: medek)
The great tapestries of trees had darkened to ghosts back at the last edge of twilight. The early moon had drenched the arches with pale blue and weaving over the night, in and out of the gossamer rifts of moon, swept a song, a song with more than a hint of sadness, infinitely transient, infinitely regretful.ABOUT
Hello lost child ! This is the small collection of dreams and nightmares made by a french witch. For the rest, I hand over to your fantasy. 
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