June 19th 13 · 11 notes
Over the city lies the sweet, rotting odor of yesterday’s unrecollected sins.
Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall (via fuckyeahhilarymantel)
June 17th 13 · 8 notes
Just think, she said to herself. I could be living on the Right Bank. I could be married to a senior clerk at the Treasury. I could be sitting with my feet up, embroidering a linen handkerchief with a rambling-rose design. Instead I’m on the rue des Cordeliers in pursuit of a baguette, with a three-inch blade for comfort.
Hilary Mantel, A Place of Greater Safety (via fuckyeahhilarymantel)
June 16th 13 · 30,483 notes
I fukin love 14th century art art because everyone looks so shady and suspicious of ppl around them its AMAZING
or just like they know something u dont and oh my gdfuck i cant
I believe the highest point is reached in Simone Martini’s Annunciation
and the look of absolute hatred Mary and Gabriel exchange.
(via outoflullabies)
June 15th 13 · 7 notes
‘This revolution - will it be a living?’
‘We must hope so. Look, I have to go, I’m visiting a client. He’s going to be hanged tomorrow.’
‘Is that usual?’
‘Oh, they always hang my clients. Even in property and matrimonial cases.’ Hilary Mantel, A Place of Greater Safety (via thehoneyinthelion)
‘We must hope so. Look, I have to go, I’m visiting a client. He’s going to be hanged tomorrow.’
‘Is that usual?’
‘Oh, they always hang my clients. Even in property and matrimonial cases.’ Hilary Mantel, A Place of Greater Safety (via thehoneyinthelion)
(Source: fuckyeahhilarymantel, via thehoneyinthelion)
