The only thing that would make these secret room bookcases cooler is if you activate them by pulling out a special, secret book :)

(Source: onekindesign.com, via writersrelief)



There is a man standing
on a mountain, feet laid
bare, holes in his hands.
Blameless, with a crown
of thorns. He asked us
to have faith like a
mustard seed and showed
us how to love. With his
last breath he gave
his Father the glory
and said my name.


what is keeping me from slipping further into this hellhole?

what right have I to stop myself from slitting my wrists?

what sort of oxymoronic idea is saving oneself from oneself?

“Okay, so I know I hated it at the time, but I’m really glad I read all that stuff, because now I get things. I see something on TV or someone makes a reference, and I’m like, ‘Oh! I get that!’” One of my freshmen on the first semester of classics:  Odyssey, Oedipus Rex, Gilgamesh, and Othello.   (via girlwithalessonplan)


I really like this answer to the post I just made.

I wrote, Why is it that sometimes the people you love the most make you feel the worst?

and this person responded, Because you hold them so high sometimes, that it’s a far drop down when they let go.


"there is only one thing we say to death: ‘not today’"

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