loladelphia:

As I sit here sweating my ass off due to lack of air conditioning, I am looking forward to winter time. I will see my breath floating in the air, it will be 2am—just me and the taxis.
The city will be so peaceful, and I will be all alone—just me and my thoughts.

loladelphia:

As I sit here sweating my ass off due to lack of air conditioning, I am looking forward to winter time. I will see my breath floating in the air, it will be 2am—just me and the taxis.

The city will be so peaceful, and I will be all alone—just me and my thoughts.

(Source: hell-mental)

(Source: paulhphillips)

booksfrommyshelf:

I am haunted by all the editions of books that are prettier than the ones I already own.

nevver:

It will not be enough.

clannyphantom:

just because i hate me doesnt mean you can

bookpatrol:

Have Book Will Travel

Patrick Girouard was assigned the task of creating the visuals for the 2013 Illinois Library Association’s iREAD® Summer reading project. The theme was “Have Book Will Travel” and here is his journey around the world. 

What a trip!

Girouard’s blog post on the project 

bendrawslife:

Milo the King - 
About time I did a proper portrait/portrayal of Milo. Not entirely sure whether it’s done or not. 

bendrawslife:

Milo the King - 

About time I did a proper portrait/portrayal of Milo. Not entirely sure whether it’s done or not. 

teenagesoil:

I feel like I’m going to be that aunt who drinks vodka straight out of the bottle and ruins Christmas.

eatsleepdraw:

Artofprinessm.com

eatsleepdraw:

Artofprinessm.com

(Source: gnossienne)

“I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.”
Neil Gaiman (via psych-facts)

(Source: maako)

“Tsukuru remembered those days in college when all he’d thought about was dying. Already sixteen years ago. Back then he was convinced that if he merely focused on what was going on inside of him, his heart would finally stop of its own accord. That if he intensely concentrated his feelings on one fixed point, like a lens focused on paper, bursting it into flames, his heart would suffer a fatal blow. More than anything he hoped for this. But months passed, and contrary to his expectation, his heart didn’t stop. The heart apparently doesn’t stop that easily.”
Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via lambentstar)