
God this is so gorgeous.
Guess what though? I’ll probably never read Moby Dick.
(Source: a-case-of-me, via ilovereadingandwriting)

When I lived in Mountain Grove, I would “help” my parents rake the yard by sitting in giant piles of leaves and reading my library books. I’d read just about anything, from Maniac Magee to Anne of Green Gables, from Little Women to The Babysitters Club.
Hello November.
(Source: scarlet-skies-dark-thoughts, via italktosnakes)

Thanks for the shot of confidence, Approval Matrix!
Like.
Reblogging for Busy Monsters: “featuring aliens, Sasquatch, and a go-for-broke, funny-as-hell narrator.” Book list of required reading be damned (yes, I’m talking to you, Jane Austin).
Also: “Sufjan Stevens’s sparkly disco-angel concert outfits in Prospect Park.” You keep on truckin’, love.