vitalumvitale:

“Even if this human kindness, paralysed by self-interest, is not exercised, it exists none the less, and whenever any inconstant egoist does not restrain its action, when, for example, he is reading a novel or a newspaper, it will bud, blossom, grow, even in the heart of him who, cold-blooded in real life, has retained a tender heart, as a lover of fiction, for the weak, the righteous and the persecuted.”

—

Marcel Proust, Within a Budding Grove  

(via talesofpassingtime)

mangacartaholygrail:

*refuses to look at texts* I love conversation and communication

the-octavo:

“For a witch stands on the very edge of everything, between the light and the dark, between life and death, making choices, making decisions so that others may pretend no decisions have even been needed.”

— The Shepherd’s Crown, by Terry Pratchett

niimph:

“I melt at your glances and become music.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Catherine Cobham, from “A River Dies of Thirst”

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)

hxasinthus:

being naked is not sexy. wearing a white 18th century shirt with poofy sleeves tucked into a pair of black high waisted trousers is sexy. there are no exceptions

inkskinned:

humanity did a lot of things wrong but at least we got libraries, museums, and coffee shops right

writemeanna:

“Born of wordblood,”

— Paul Celan, tr. by Pierre Joris, from The Selected Poems; “In Prague,”

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)