The New Yorker (by … Arjun)

The New Yorker (by … Arjun)

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interns: Duh. 

interns:

Duh. 

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bookladysblog: Rawr. jennirl: oh HELL YES

bookladysblog:

Rawr.

jennirl:

oh HELL YES

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newlyyorked: A walk in the park

newlyyorked:

A walk in the park

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matchbookmag: love. 

matchbookmag:

love. 

Books, like all art, breed in us desire. In times of crisis and fear and misrepresentation we need desire, or else we shut down and hide out in our houses, succumbing to infotainment and the ease of an available latte, turning off our brains and emotions. Books breed desire.
Lidia Yuknavitch, from “The Urgent Matter of Books” (source; via powells)

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If you want to know how much darkness there is around you, you must sharpen your eyes, peering at the faint lights in the distance.
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities (via evoketheforms)

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