a love affair with words

"And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy" ~Edgar Allen Poe

burnupasun:

the struggle between wanting to read new books and reread the entirety of harry potter is so real

"Absence, the highest form of presence."

James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (via larmoyante)

"I get lonely almost as quickly as I get sick of people."

Nate Mask (via luna-lum)

“I smelt your scent on a seatbelt,” he sings on Cornerstone, which may just be the best thing Arctic Monkeys have ever recorded. The lyrics are a dazzling display of what Turner can do: a fabulously witty, poignant evocation of lost love, packed with weirdly suggestive details. The music is a long, wistful acoustic sigh, the melody so effortlessly lovely that you can’t believe no one’s come up with it before.

— Alexis Petridis

whenthegloryfades:

I cannot deal with this song.

artgods:

Un Chien Andalou (film still) | Salvador Dali 
iwdrm:

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."

The Shining (1980)

slowdownscout:

"Lucy in The Sky With Diamonds" - The Beatles 

arcticdiscos:

 Sylvia Plath. 1932-1963
 “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I  want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the  skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades,  tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in  life. And I am horribly limited.” 

"Even bad coffee is better than no coffee at all."

David Lynch (via fourteendrawings)

"I was surprised, as always, how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility"

Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via theflowershop)

radtracks:

piano man // billy joel

sing us a song, you’re the piano man
sing us a song tonight
well, we’re all in the mood for a melody
and you’ve got us feeling alright

flamingno:

[panics but not in a disco sort of way]