second bookshelf came last week (thanks target!) —it’s so nice to have enough room for all my books. :)
"Loneliness smells like cinnamon and cherries cooking in a pot, I fancy a gentleman tipped his hat to me and offered me tea and his arm. I think I want a life in woolly sweaters, to cut birds out of apples and play chess on stormy nights, with the stars painted on the ceiling above us. I’d like to be taught to play the accordion, think how nice it would be in a house on rails, a train compartment in beige and red. Oh, I got lost inside my head again, I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t."
one of my favorite things about hiking is when i come across a strange structure deep in the woods and am left to wonder how and why and when
"It is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it"
Oscar Wilde (via thegirlandherbooks)
mine ruins, pond, sky
thenessa | 9.22.13