Book Pilgrim
Happy birthday, prairie queen.
(Source: inquisitr)
If you live in Nashville, join my bi-monthly gang of writers.
http://www.facebook.com/NasherSlashers
Rules:
1. You come with a project (any project)
2. You set a two-hour goal
3. I enforce this goal for you
4. We drink vodka Red Bulls, we eat fancy appetizers, and we write.
5. If you do not complete the goal, punishments happen.
(Source: elanormcinerney)
Another one of my girl Charlotte Bronte.
The flowers are tormentils, they grow wild on the moors of England.
My Charlotte Bronte tattoo. I got it done at Kustom Thrills by Brandon Henderson in Nashville, TN. More pics later!

Oh, you were the best of all my days.
Zadie Smith reads Frank O’Hara’s “Animals.”
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Rarely have I seen a better title.
GPOY. It’s like the wicked cousin of Anne of Green Gables. Ornery BISH.
(via prettybooks)
The safer, I, for all I learned.
(Source: larmoyante)
If it’s 8-bit, I can cross stitch it.
Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
-Pablo Neruda
(Source: honeyforthehomeless)
(Source: mybacongirlfriend, via milanne)