by Amy Holt
“It seemed she was in a cathedral—if, that is, the earth itself were to dream a cathedral into being over thousands of years of water weeping through stone.”
― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone
Art and shiny things…
by Amy Holt
“It seemed she was in a cathedral—if, that is, the earth itself were to dream a cathedral into being over thousands of years of water weeping through stone.”
― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone
Did you write today? Did you make art? Did you let a glaze of raindrops sweep across your opened palm? Let light in, let air, let hope and breathing. Let fall sweep you up with its voluminous wings into crisp mouthfuls of breezes, cherry tea steaming, warm on fingers and in cafes, rain on clear windows and clearer umbrellas – let it make you come more awake.

SILENCE, by Amorito Citrella
The books held her in a total silence, a depth and richness she’d never imagined, that made the air hum and the pages vibrate with a music and a promise of hope, of magic, of adventure, of home, of thousands of worlds to be lived in across the smooth, slippery brown boards (made for dancing) of the library room…
(by Jillian Alice on Flickr)
The sea will always be yours, they told her. No matter how life breaks or shapes you, how many cracks it makes in your beautiful surface, you belong to the sea and it to you. In it, you are whole, and you.
Free.
This beautiful quote was hand-lettered by Foolish Fire
by contemporary LA-based artist Scott David Laufer