I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via inthemoodtodissolveinthesky)
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vintagelibraries:

Univ. of Chicago student studying in library, 1948.

vintagelibraries:

Univ. of Chicago student studying in library, 1948.

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sellmyhouseandmovetoengland:

Canna, Scotland, United Kingdom

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melizza-sue:

“Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.”
Anne of Green Gables

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hornblowers:

silvestria:

the-garden-of-delights:

Michelle Dockery as Lady Mary Crawley in Downton Abbey (2010).

Oh she is so stunning. I love her expression here.

This is one of my favourite outfits Mary wears. 

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citylandscapes:

Fireworks over Neva river. Saint-Petersburg, Russia. Source: vaganov.org

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macrolit:

The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas

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He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly. That was his most perfect idea of heaven’s happiness — mine was rocking in a rustling green tree, with a west wind blowing, and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above; and not only larks, but throstles, and blackbirds, and linnets, and cuckoos pouring out music on every side, and the moors seen at a distance, broken into cool dusky dells; but close by great swells of long grass undulating in waves to the breeze; and woods and sounding water, and the whole world awake and wild with joy. He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive, and he said mine would be drunk; I said I should fall asleep in his, and he said he could not breathe in mine.
Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights   (via days-of-reading)

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Classical Chinese tile patterns

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