glazedeye-s:

“Morning light can make the most vulgar things tolerable” — the secret history, by donna tartt.

booklover:

“I learned to know the love of bare November days,”

— Robert Frost, from The Complete Poems; “My November Guest,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)

weltenwellen:

“Somewhere in my throat there must be gold, even if it does sound like tin.”

— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written c. August 1916