Taylor Made

Figuring out life as a post-grad with an unusual last name and an affinity for naps
apsies:

This book, y’all. The summer before 2nd grade, just before I became a big sister. I begged my mom to buy it for me at Kroger. She did at the bargain price of $1.99. I felt SO BIG reading a longer chapter book. It’s the first book I remember feeling passionate about. And here it still is: covered in mustard stains from where I wouldn’t put it down at dinner, a Lisa Frank sticker on the inside of the cover, yellowing, dog-eared, loved.

A kindle can’t do that (although I both have a kindle and love my kindle)

apsies:

This book, y’all. The summer before 2nd grade, just before I became a big sister. I begged my mom to buy it for me at Kroger. She did at the bargain price of $1.99. I felt SO BIG reading a longer chapter book. It’s the first book I remember feeling passionate about. And here it still is: covered in mustard stains from where I wouldn’t put it down at dinner, a Lisa Frank sticker on the inside of the cover, yellowing, dog-eared, loved.

A kindle can’t do that (although I both have a kindle and love my kindle)

(via books)

momalibrary:

Visiting scholar inspects our MoMA exhibition catalogs shelf in the reading room. -ds

momalibrary:

Visiting scholar inspects our MoMA exhibition catalogs shelf in the reading room. -ds

(via flavorpill)

Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.

—Marc Hack (via heisenbergsays)

(Source: larmoyante, via heisenbergsays)