My Other Car Is A Shelf

I read a lot. I'm in the business of savoring Damn Fine Sentences.
I like tea, and puns, and sweaters.

iguanamouth:

two UNUSUAL HOARD commissions for matt, i never want to draw another spoon in my entire life (but breakfast sounds great)

(via acacophony)

At J. Sheekey, a fancy old fish restaurant where they systematically ask whether you’re trying to make it to a theater engagement before you sit down, she orders expertly, white wine and tiny fries fishes and other things I’m squeamish about eating, but when they come they are purely delicious, like butter or syrup.

Lena Dunham, Not That Kind Of Girl

(putting this on here entirely for that simile because it cracked me up and I couldn’t argue with the fact that butter and syrup are purely delicious and the idea was well-expressed)

*Addressing my beloved by a single initial seemed romantic, like the desperate and secretive correspondence of two married intellectuals in the late nineteenth century. Lest the meddling postmaster discover our identities and reveal our affair to our vindictive spouses, we will communicate using a code. That code shall be: the first letter of our names.

A footnote from Not That Kind Of Girl by Lena Dunham

There is nothing gutsier to me than a person announcing that their story is one that deserves to be told, especially if that person is a woman. As hard as we have worked and as far as we have come, there are still so many forces conspiring to tell women that our concerns are petty, our opinions aren’t needed, that we lack the gravitas necessary for our stories to matter.

Lena Dunham, Not That Kind Of Girl

baelor:

SCARY MOVIES SET IN HOUSES ARE THE WORST

LIVE IN A HOUSE

(via frankiedoesdisney)

I have been getting a feeling recently like I should watch this movie again.

I have been getting a feeling recently like I should watch this movie again.

(Source: onreivni, via frankiedoesdisney)

Flora shared this as a writing prompt on facebook and intriguing ideas are beginning to form in my head.

Also, this could be my house, maybe, although everything might be damp all the time.

Flora shared this as a writing prompt on facebook and intriguing ideas are beginning to form in my head.

Also, this could be my house, maybe, although everything might be damp all the time.

So I thought this said “Sunday is for muggling,” and thought rather forlornly to myself, “Every day is for muggling for me…”

So I thought this said “Sunday is for muggling,” and thought rather forlornly to myself, “Every day is for muggling for me…”

(via statuses-by-maria)

I could live here.

I could live here.

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studylikeagranger:

Perfect afternoon.

WAAH! I suspect you of cartooning my life.

studylikeagranger:

Perfect afternoon.

WAAH! I suspect you of cartooning my life.

wordbookstores:

*Hangs bookseller head in shame*

I laughed way too hard at this.

wordbookstores:

*Hangs bookseller head in shame*

I laughed way too hard at this.

(via booksandquills)