Unfortunately, I won’t be able to supply a steady queue for some time during this semester. I find that I’ve too little time to hunt and organize calligraphy along with everything else I have in my schedule. As soon as time permits I will resume a steady queue, and I hope to post as time permits in the meantime. Thanks for bearing with me, guys.
Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw. — Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell
(Source: awesem, via asstrangeasyou)
“From that day on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.”
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith