With Her Head in a Book

The pretentious man writing my life: this is what drove him crazy about her, her wildness, her insanity. One moment she was peaceful, the artist in her nest - the next, she dived into chaos, dined on it, challenged it. Just when he thought he understood her, she moved to again rewrite her definition, always unknowable, always glittering like the ocean, hinting at a story yet untold, laughing at a joke not meant for him, her eyes twinkling with secrets and humor and the otherworldly feminine. She was surrounded by color, loved it so much she tried to pour it inside of her, tried to poison herself with it, tried to paint even her organs. He wanted to kiss her, to entangle that art into his own skin - but the moment was passed. She was again order, peace. The chaos ceased. He didn’t even get to touch her boobies.

Where’s the lie

Coffee time

sense and sensibility

the scorpio races quotes / classical paintings horses bathing in the sea, lucy kemp-welch

One of my favorite series; I still haven’t finished it though because I don’t want it to ever end. From my instagram.☽

Little gift for a bookworm friend’s first place!

— Paige Lewis, from “Diorama of Want,” published in wildness

Typewriter Series #2161 by Tyler Knott Gregson

— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via theliteraryjournals)

My desk has been taken over by this research paper. How do you guys keep yourself disciplined during the winter break?

this week on instagram, part ix.

Things that taste and smell as good as pumpkin waffles have very short-lived photo ops.