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Oh for a book and a shady nook.

I like to read books and drink tea, preferably at the same time.

I’ve got this tiny pang of regret when I think of how much I have probably missed out on in the last few years because I was too scared to take a risk, or too shy to speak up, or too worried to be bold.

—Jessi Kirby, Golden (via ohfairies)

(Source: simply-quotes, via tea-and-bookishness)

What one expresses in a work of art is the dark tragic destiny of being an instrument of something uncomprehended, incomprehensible, unknown.

—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via rocknrollpartyqueen)

(via englishmajorinrepair)

my-british-blog:

The long road home by crafty1tutu (Ann)
Glenridding, Lake District, England

my-british-blog:

The long road home by crafty1tutu (Ann)

Glenridding, Lake District, England

(via woodennest)

rainydaypoetry:

Reading nook in a Seattle bookstore

rainydaypoetry:

Reading nook in a Seattle bookstore

(Source: odious, via wasarahbi)

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

—The Waste Land, by T.S. Eliot (via e-gon)

(Source: mirror-of-enigmas, via literatureismyutopia)

I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.

—Virginia Woolf (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: saras-scrapbook, via englishmajorinrepair)

I have 50% of my subject grade for American Literature due on Friday, among numerous important upcoming assessments, and all I know for sure is that this will require a lot of tea.

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jansenlee:

I feel like I’m always either planning an essay, writing an essay, or scrambling to turn in an essay. So it goes.

(via englishmajorhumor)

awatercolouraday:

March 16th, 2014. Today I watched a fellow subway-rider open a brand new book and sigh with contentment as they started on page one. 

awatercolouraday:

March 16th, 2014. Today I watched a fellow subway-rider open a brand new book and sigh with contentment as they started on page one. 

(via englishmajorinrepair)

As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air.

Maggie StiefvaterShiver (via abagofbooks)

(Source: duttonbooks, via booklover)

casualblessings:

may you pick up your tea when it’s exactly the right temperature, and may you happen to glance out the window when the light is just how you like it.

(via teacoffeebooks)

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