Why Old Books Smell Good

mesogeios:


“Lignin, the stuff that prevents all trees from adopting the weeping habit, is a polymer made up of units that are closely related to vanillin. When made into paper and stored for years, it breaks down and smells good. Which is how divine providence has arranged for secondhand bookstores to smell like good quality vanilla absolute, subliminally stoking a hunger for knowledge in all of us.”

—From Luca Turin and Tania Sanchez’s Perfumes: the guide

Posted on May 14th, 2018 originally by mesogeios
horribleaccents:
“Joyce and Hopper. // Stranger Things
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horribleaccents:

Joyce and Hopper. // Stranger Things

andantegrazioso:
“The arrival of the bride | Tristan & Isolde 2006
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andantegrazioso:

The arrival of the bride | Tristan & Isolde 2006

Posted on May 11th, 2018 originally by prinsomnia
Words are so erotic, they never tire of their coupling.
Stanley Kunitz
Posted on May 10th, 2018
anafigreen:
“It’s always three of us lost among the stars
May the 4th be with you!
”
anafigreen:
“It’s always three of us lost among the stars
May the 4th be with you!
”
anafigreen:
“It’s always three of us lost among the stars
May the 4th be with you!
”
anafigreen:
“It’s always three of us lost among the stars
May the 4th be with you!
”

anafigreen:

It’s always three of us lost among the stars

May the 4th be with you!

wesandresons:
““A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet...
wesandresons:
““A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet...
wesandresons:
““A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet...
wesandresons:
““A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet...
wesandresons:
““A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet...
wesandresons:
““A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet...
wesandresons:
““A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet...
wesandresons:
““A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet...

wesandresons:

A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo. (Romeo + Juliet, 1996)

nicoledollanganger:

Listen/purchase: Tammy Faye by Nicole Dollanganger

You know how I get
With my Tammy Faye eyes
Crying, I’m a mess
Half undressed in the light of the TV

You know you’ll just have to go bury this
In the garden and leave it till there’s nothing left
For me to find, when I try to dig it up
And bring it back to life

‘Cause you know how I get
I love you so madly like Sadie Mae
But I’m just a crazy bitch
Crying in the kitchen to Tammy Wynette

But it’s just how I get
With my Tammy Faye eyes
Blood on my clothes and my hands
I’ve done it again

You know you’ll just have to go bury this
In the garden and leave it till there’s nothing left
For me to find, when I try to dig it up
And bring it back to life

‘Cause you know how I get
I love you so madly like Sadie Mae
But I’m just a crazy bitch
Crying in the kitchen to Tammy Wynette

‘Cause I shoot the gun any chance I get
With blood on my clothes and my hands
I’ve done it again

How queenlike this rose now appears / with spring’s glow on her lips.
Afanasy Fet, tr. by Robert Chandler, from “September Rose,” wr. c. 1890
Posted on April 30th, 2018 originally by horrorandhalloween
chewbacca:
“adorably soft long boi adam driver™
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chewbacca:
“adorably soft long boi adam driver™
”
chewbacca:
“adorably soft long boi adam driver™
”
chewbacca:
“adorably soft long boi adam driver™
”

chewbacca:

adorably soft long boi adam driver™

Posted on April 29th, 2018 originally by witch
Posted on April 27th, 2018 originally by holymolygod
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