Underground Man. by classicallyinspired
nevver:

“Your life isn’t a work of art - it’s a thirdhand Victorian whatnot shelf, complete with someone else’s collection of seashells and hand-carved elephants.” — Kurt Vonnegut

nevver:

“Your life isn’t a work of art - it’s a thirdhand Victorian whatnot shelf, complete with someone else’s collection of seashells and hand-carved elephants.” — Kurt Vonnegut

Among my favourite things to think about.

Among my favourite things to think about.

booksactually:

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” 
– Albert Camus (b. 7 November 1913 - 4 January 1960)

booksactually:

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” 

– Albert Camus (b. 7 November 1913 - 4 January 1960)

nevver:

Novel Tea

Tale of Two Ci-teas; Sense and Sensibilitea; The Old Man and the Tea; The Taming of the Brew; War and Tea; The Tea Towers…  I could go on and on.

Hire me?

nevver:

Novel Tea

Tale of Two Ci-teas; Sense and Sensibilitea; The Old Man and the Tea; The Taming of the Brew; War and Tea; The Tea Towers…  I could go on and on.

Hire me?

slaughterhouse90210:

“Perhaps one never seems so much at one’s ease as when one has to play a part.”― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

slaughterhouse90210:

“Perhaps one never seems so much at one’s ease as when one has to play a part.”
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Why do I like him so much…

(Source: gendrybaratheonn)

Just fantastic. Love Tyrion.

Just fantastic. Love Tyrion.

Watch me spit, classic lit, epic poems that don’t rhyme.

(Source: nonversationheart)

On Gatsby

jadeharleyquinn:

“Unlike Gatsby and Tom Buchanan, I had no girl whose disembodied face floated along the dark cornices and blinding signs, and so I drew up the girl beside me, tightening my arms.”

Nick Carraway in The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

(via jadeharleyquinnhasmoved-deactiv)

"He is fond of talking about women and does so often, like a French novelist, but always with that Russian peasant crudeness which (at first) made such a disagreeable impression upon me. Today in Almond Grove he asked Chekhov, “Did you chase ass a lot when you were young?”
Chekhov, with an embarrassed grin stroked his little beard and mumbled some indistinct answer. Tolstoy, gazing out to sea, said, “I was a tireless fuck."

— Maksim Gorky, Recollections of Tolstoy (via grigoriiatticus)


“Why don’t you shake your hands with your devil,  Ramsay, and change this foolish life of yours? Why don’t you, just for  once, do something inexplicable, irrational, at the devil’s bidding, and  just for the hell of it? You would be a different man.”

“Why don’t you shake your hands with your devil, Ramsay, and change this foolish life of yours? Why don’t you, just for once, do something inexplicable, irrational, at the devil’s bidding, and just for the hell of it? You would be a different man.”

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Maybe I’ll be Gatsby this week..
fashionlit:

Jay Gatsby from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby
“He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.”

Maybe I’ll be Gatsby this week..

fashionlit:

Jay Gatsby from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby

He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.”