#insomnia = #tea + #reading


#insomnia = #tea + #reading

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
Markus Zusak - The Book Thief (via 49wordbooks)


Bookstore in Brussels, Belgium. 

But reading is different, reading is something you do. With TV, and cinema for that matter, everything’s handed to you on a plate, nothing has to be worked at, they just spoon-feed you. The picture, the sound, the scenery, the atmospheric music in case you haven’t understood what the director’s on about… The creaking door that tells you to be stiff. You have to imagine it all when you’re reading…
The Rights of the Reader (via mybookofwords)
Words are like seeds, I think, planted into our hearts at a tender age. They take root in us as we grow, settling deep into our souls. The good words plant well. They flourish and find homes in our hearts. They build trunks around our spines, steadying us when we’re feeling most flimsy; planting our feet firmly when we’re feeling most unsure. But the bad words grow poorly. Our trunks infest and spoil until we are hollow and housing the interests of others and not our own. We are forced to eat the fruit those words have borne, held hostage by the branches growing arms around our necks, suffocating us to death, one word at a time.
Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me (via ferferbooks)

Building Knowledge


Building Knowledge


Having one of those moments when you are reading a book that you feel is purely written for you and only for you.

READ! READ! READ! It’s how you learn what’s possible with language. With that, I caution that you still need to live inside your own voice. Reading and studying other poets isn’t about copying from them and saying ‘hey that worked, so let me do it exactly the same,’ it’s about being inspired.
Denice Frohman’s advice to aspiring poets, as told to Jennifer Hudgens for Wicked Banshee (via bostonpoetryslam)
There are books whose pages you want to cling to and whose words you want eternally inked into your skin, your bones, your soul; whose metaphors make your heart skip a beat. They’re the books whose endings you cherish or reject altogether; the books that make you laugh and smile and cry and question your sanity (for, after all, you are feeling emotions for people who do not quite exist).
She was one of those books.
He wanted to touch her pages delicately and reread her daily. Her smile seemed to make everything seem so much duller, as if it sucked all the light and encapsulated it into her very lips.
(via tobeomniscient)


You know you’ve been reading too much manga when you try to read gifsets and other comics right to left

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