‘She lives the poetry she cannot write’~ Oscar Wilde
(Source: whitepaperquotes)
Butterfly Landings
seeking out the beautiful, the creative, the lovely in life
ARE YOU GUYS AWARE OF THIS WEBSITE?
bookcrossing.com
BASICALLY, you take a book you own and you register it on this site. You then get a BCID (book crossing ID), you label your book with the BCID and any other distinguishing marks you wish to place in/on your book, and then you release it. Either by leaving it somewhere someone will find it or giving it to someone. Once a book with a BCID is found you go to the site and type in the ID and the person who released it gets an email and TA-DA! The magic of some random person finding your book. And who knows how far your book may travel!
If this isn’t the coolest thing you’ve seen in a while, you’re lying. We should all do this and see who gets our books. I’m in.
Love this!
(via fuckyeahbookarts)
We gotta start teaching our daughters to be somebodies instead of somebody’s.
(Source: ear2ear, via teachingliteracy)
Aw, Dumbo. You were my favourite as a child.
(via potterlicious)
Red beauty #butterfly #butterflies #papillion #popularpage #photooftheday #bestoftheday
At rest #butterfly #butterflies #blackandwhite #b&w #papillion #popularpage #photooftheday #bestoftheday
#neutral #butterfly #butterflies #papillion #bestoftheday #popularpage #photooftheday
Now that the sun is daring to show his face again and the sky is a lovely shade of ‘Simpsons’ blue (complete with white, fluffy clouds), it is time to say a fond farewell to the snow. I enjoyed its sparkly brilliance, its unexpected shapes and patterns, the beauty of a snowy canopy hanging on everything. Until next time, farewell.
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, J.R.R. Tolkien
There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for…
(Source: whitepaperquotes)
I opened a book and in I strode.
Now nobody can find me.
I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
My town and my world behind me.
I’m wearing the cloak, I’ve slipped on the ring,
I’ve swallowed the magic potion.
I’ve fought with a dragon, dined with a king,
And swam in a bottomless ocean.
I opened a book and made some friends.
I shared their tears and laughter
And followed their roads with its bumps and bends
To the happily ever after.
I finished my book and out I came.
The cloak can no longer hide me.
My chair and my house are just the same,
But I have a book inside me.
Great poem on reading by Julia Donaldson
(via artfulfairytales)
