A taste of my theory shelf. Verso Radical Thinkers commodity fetishism.

A taste of my theory shelf. Verso Radical Thinkers commodity fetishism.

mllehazelwood:

And these are the books from my living room, each pile about 15-20 books high. Now I’m just missing my poetry books.

mllehazelwood:

And these are the books from my living room, each pile about 15-20 books high. Now I’m just missing my poetry books.

gddibbs:

Texts for the semester

gddibbs:

Texts for the semester

(Source: grrrant-deactivated2012826)

alexanderglass:

my small collection of old science books

alexanderglass:

my small collection of old science books

chime-lala:

I love my aunt Karen’s house. #eames #bookshelf #library

chime-lala:

I love my aunt Karen’s house. #eames #bookshelf #library

(Source: octopuschronicles)

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milvertons

milvertons

caravaggista:

My idea of a vacation: Go to the Arts Library. Obviously. #books #library #afterglow #ucla #gradschool #vacation

caravaggista:

My idea of a vacation: Go to the Arts Library. Obviously. #books #library #afterglow #ucla #gradschool #vacation

sashawantsmore:

Among those in the Currently Reading pile:

I picked up The Drawing of the Three, the second book in Stephen King’s The Dark Tower series, because I wanted something hefty that would take me away from the bad juju flying around today. And so when Ronald wakes up at the beach (where The Gunslinger, first book, ended) and starts being eaten by the scariest, most ridiculous demon lobster in literary history—the man gets two fingers and a toe eaten, for fuck’s sake—I was thankful for someone to sympathize with, someone who made me think, “Well, he’s more fucked than you are, girl.” See, after being all, “I see serious problems ahead,” at page twenty, Ronald goes, “I jerk off left-handed, at least that’s something.” Yeah, let the Gunslinger remind you look for the bright side, Sasha.

sashawantsmore:

Among those in the Currently Reading pile:

I picked up The Drawing of the Three, the second book in Stephen King’s The Dark Tower series, because I wanted something hefty that would take me away from the bad juju flying around today. And so when Ronald wakes up at the beach (where The Gunslinger, first book, ended) and starts being eaten by the scariest, most ridiculous demon lobster in literary history—the man gets two fingers and a toe eaten, for fuck’s sake—I was thankful for someone to sympathize with, someone who made me think, “Well, he’s more fucked than you are, girl.” See, after being all, “I see serious problems ahead,” at page twenty, Ronald goes, “I jerk off left-handed, at least that’s something.” Yeah, let the Gunslinger remind you look for the bright side, Sasha.