Cult Books Gallery
wipstory
arthur freed
cityofbrokendreams
greencastle
laanticapizzeriadamichele
Starting this Friday, visitors to the Brooklyn Museum will not only be able to stroll through the hi
muspeccoll:Earlier this semester, I got this book out for a class on the material culture of Christi
itscolossal:Tokyo’s Kadokawa Culture Museum Houses an Arresting Kengo Kuma-Designed Bookshelf Theate
bookshopangel:Foreign country, they said. Culture shock, they said.Prague, Czech Republic.
blackswaneuroparedux:You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop read
timemagazine:How magic conquered pop culture: ”In the real world we’re busy staring at our phones as
How about that Lenin? Big reader. Loved books. Tolstoy: loved him. Goncharov: couldn’t get enough of
Dedikodu zehirlidir!Gözlerinle görmediğin şeylere kulaktan dolma laflarla inanma!
Bir insan için yaptığın şeylerin değeri bilinmezse ona karşı olan tutumunda değişir…
Sessizlik konuşmanın en iyi yollarından biridir.
Herkesin hayatında değişmesine sebebiyet veren bir kişi kesinlikle vardır.
theparisreview:F. Scott Fitzgerald’s twenty-two essential books. (via Open Culture)Sister Carrie, by
Tadanori Yokoo, book cover for “Throw Away Your Books, Rally in The Street” by Shuji Ter
Learn to find your happiness and don’t take it away from others.
Just give me a drop of your love every day and that will be enough for my heart to revive and bloom
Pauses are necessary, to recycle the air, pray the soul, catalyze thought, renew stays, osmosize the
Maintain an active social life, which is the key to a harmonious mind.
“ The true nostalgic is not the one who remembers, but the one who collects exploits in order to rem
Surely there will be someone in the world, together with whom you will forget those who never apprec
Why is love at birth so sweet and then so bitter? Is it because it caresses us first to devour us la
Of seas and fleeting secretsFlood me with your caresses,until I suffocate with pleasures,that your h
Words have magic…They undress what lives inside us, discover the hidden truths, they confess nostalg
There is so much quiet sublimityin the shapes that draw your chest;and so many stranded looks…in the
Don’t tell me, “what I have to be”do not limit me, the edge of the road;that only I, - command in my
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