[i] l l u m i n a t i o n s

was there anything so real as words?

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theromanceatbakerstreet:

Beautiful Libraries  Neil Gaiman’s Personal Library (The Basement, Neil Gaiman’s Home)

Take the 3D tour here.

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[ * ] something like a conclusion (or just an interlude)

I am not about to say that my literacy journey is over, I’m barely a quarter of a century old, I highly doubt that I am any where near the end. In a way, I think I am starting again, getting over the rules and lines that came with university and learning what it means to read and write again. Read and write and love doing both, live in doing both.

There are always stories to be told, and stories to be read, new worlds to be loved and lived in again. 

Kill all my demons, and my angels might die too.

Tennessee Williams (via laceofpearls)

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there were times when, if Gabriel didn’t look closely at anything and didn’t think too hard, he could see little red threads criss-crossing their way through space. Going to and from places, or maybe people, that he would never really know in anything more than a passing moment if even then, and tying them together in ways that they would never know. In ways he would never know. It was something that fascinated him, almost in a morbid little way, as he wondered who he was tied to, who the red string that bound his bones to his flesh and his spirit to consciousness, led to. He wondered if he had that string at all, or if perhaps, because of who he was (or what he was) he was left floating in existence with nothing to tie him down, to anchor him. He liked to believe that he had at least one string, or maybe even two, and that would be what would lull him to sleep.

Leviathan would never tell him that all those little red strings all led to him.

From “event horizon”.

Post-university creative writing. Finally.

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prettybooks:

Shakespeare & Co (by Liz Krause)

prettybooks:

Shakespeare & Co (by Liz Krause)

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yeahwriters:

I love squares.

yeahwriters:

I love squares.

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Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

“The Picture of Dorian Gray” - Oscar Wilde (via definingmoments-)

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bookmania:

from “The Picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde

bookmania:

from “The Picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde

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Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via bookmania)

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