“I love coffee. I sometimes get excited at night thinking of the coffee I’ll get to drink in the morning. Coffee is reason to wake up. There are other reasons, of course. But coffee is the incentive, at the very least.”

— Annie Clark  (via laurenraelle)

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“Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.”

Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol

Seems to sum up Coriolanus pretty well.

(via engrprof)

Easily one of the most influential pieces of poetry in my life

“I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.”

— Unknown (via mustangblood)

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tea-books-and-blankets asked : Can I be in your book family as Jane Austen: Pride and Prejudice?? Thank you!!

Aight, ma’am!    Welcome to the family!

In other news, you seem like a lovely person, and we should chat sometime.  :)