Here are handful of stained glass pieces infused with books. From rural Kansas to Elk Grove, California books are seeing the light.
To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.
|—||Ernest Hemingway (via svccubus)|
Black is the colour of womb and tomb; we meet at night on the dark of the moon. White is the colour of bone and ash; to speak to the dead we bathe and fast. Red is the colour of blood and death; we rub the bones and give them breath.
|—||The Necromancer’s Chant, Sarah Anne Lawless (via ontheedgeofdarkness)|
I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.
|—||Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via 090108)|
The Witch’s Daughter - Frederick Stuart Church