The library, and step on it!

"The officials have alerted us to ensure we have a month’s worth of necessities. Zelda and I have stocked up on red wine, whiskey, rum, vermouth, absinthe, white wine, sherry, gin, and lord, if we need it, brandy. Please pray for us."

F. Scott Fitzgerald, from a 1920 letter (written under quarantine in the south of France during the outbreak of Spanish influenza)

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monolidd:

i fucking love marking my books up and underlining lines that make my heart hurt even if the line is crooked or moves into the text a bit, even if i can see it on the back of the page! i love folding down the corners of the pages so i know where the lines that I really love are and i love bracketing off paragraphs that are so good theyre too long to underline every sentence and folding one side of the book back a bit as i read and not being afraid to physically mark MY book up and engage with it and give it all of my love . ultimate move is sharing your annotated and marked up book w someone u love so they can see everything u love in the book and its like… intimate


lestempsdereveur:

Curiosity. The word, however, pleases me. To me it suggests something altogether different: it evokes “concern”; it evokes the care one takes for what exists and could exist; a readiness to find strange and singular what surrounds us; a certain relentlessness to break up our familiarities and to regard otherwise the same things; a fervor to grasp what is happening and what passes; a casualness in regard to the traditional hierarchies of the important and the essential. I dream of a new age of curiosity. We have the technical means for it; the desire is there; the things to be known are infinite; the people who can employ themselves at this task exist. Why do we suffer? From too little: from channels that are too narrow, skimpy, quasi-monopolistic, insufficient. There is no point in adopting a protectionist attitude, to prevent “bad” information from invading and suffocating the “good.” Rather, we must multiply the paths and the possibilities of coming and goings.

Michel Foucault, The Masked Philosopher



fymodernflapper:

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Agatha Christie at the window of her house in Derbyshire (1913).


claycoloredmotherlessness:

you introduced my girl to slavoj žižek while i was in jail bro no i do not want to hang


horatieau:

in honor of valentine’s day please enjoy this absolutely savage moment from anne of green gables

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kiss-my-ass-shinigami:

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So I may have found the best headline ever