dad just said “there should be a netflix for books”

five minutes later he shouted “THE LIBRARY”


Modern Library

Spent 4 hours in the library today. Wanted to hang myself. I love books and everything, but 4 hours is quite a bit overboard for me, especially since the work I did was quite useless. At least I got a donut. lols.


Design Inspiration:

the sketchbook project
is a seriously cool idea, currently housed in the brooklyn art library on north 3rd street in williamsburg. to participate, entrants pay $25 to receive a sketchbook and a category under which their book will be categorized. once their book is completed, it will be among the thousands exhibited, touring the world. for the rest of us, a visit to the shop and a couple hours flipping through various artist’s insights can transport us between countries and minds.



Can i live here?

 WANT. I mean NEED.


soho/marcus nispel

via: casatreschic


Truth. When I am at an antique faire or an antique market and I see a pile of old books I have to force myself to put one foot in front of the other and slowly walk, not run, toward them. Even though my eyes are fixed on that stack of books like a drowning man staring at the shore, I ignore my fingers twitching at my side and approach steadily.

Once I reach the shop or stall I totally forget about trying to appear like a normal human. I take comfort in the fact that the owner won’t judge me if I sink to the dusty floor and give myself over to the draw of the books. They would never judge me if there are tears in my eyes when I find an old Tennyson.

There are old friends in each pile and there are new friends whispering hello! There are ageless treasures and there are ones that have been loved until the spine is thin. 

I love literature.  I love that I can be anywhere in any world in a matter of seconds. That nothing is impossible. Literature is a bridge to that part of our soul that longs for creative freedom and for those few precious moments I can let myself fly.





EL ATENEO: A theatre turned into a library. Gorgeous right?

(via lauralush

Two of my favorite things mashed into one. Someone take me there, please.

There’s one in Colorado that I’ve been too :D Idk if this is it but yah..

So finally, today I was not alone at the library (:

cause usually I walk alone & stay at the library alone

I hope this happens more often. aha.

& I liked the feeling of it too, because I NEVER get to hang out with people outside of school, and to do so while at the library is pretty good, considering the bar of my parents standards.


Brooklyn Art Library

Ran into Shawn (I can’t go anywhere in the city without running into him) at the Brooklyn Art Library where we checked out one of Emily’s friends sketchbooks.  These are some of the sketchbooks there.  You should go check it out before they close!


                     In the Library

                     You are reading a book, and think you know
                     the end, but others can’t wait—they crowd
                     on the shelves, breathing.  You stop and look around.
                     It is the best time: evening is coming,
                     a bronze haze has captured the sun,
                     lights down the street come on.

                     You turn a page carefully.  Over your shoulder
                     another day has watched what you do
                     and written it down in that book
                     you can’t read till all the pages are done.

                    —William Stafford, from Even in Quiet Places (Confluence Press, 1996)