I Honestly Feel That Working In A Little Old Bookstore Would Solve All Of My Problems.

perfectly formulated:

ah november. the thursday of months,

i’ve been at that exact place about 7 months ago.

The Dnieper. Autumn by Yevhenia Ovsiannykova, 1948

embrace the joys of not being included in everything

brings my august back.

"anne of green gables is saccharine and childishly optimistic" yeah well. i'm glad to live in a world where there are octobers. and furthermore, dear old world you are very beautiful and i am glad to be alive in you. did you think about that

this.

i hate you booktok i hate you overly organised bookshelves i hate you hard cover supremacists i hate you reading challenges i hate you colleen hoover i hate you people who can only seem to read ya or romance i hate you same style of cover in every modern book i hate you rupi kaur i hate you plain boring prose i hate you buying books just for the "aesthetic" i love you pretentiousness i love you being a snob

relatable rn

That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….

Yeah, okay , cool

But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?

adorable.

misty weather. x

grin. ).

The great Dorothy Parker born on this day in 1893:

"If you have young friends who aspire to be writers, the second greatest favor you can do to them is present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them while they are still happy."