“But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.” — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via larmoyante)

felixinclusis:

artisticmoods: Liu Ye, China

“We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.” — Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via larmoyante)

msjordankay:

Rifling through 1960s records for use in my Etsy shop, found this brilliant duo’s album art. Amazing.

erinkkavanagh:

Costume exploration from the 1920s.