- here is how i spend my days now i live in a beautiful place. i sleep in a beautiful bed. i eat beautiful food. i go for walks through beautiful places. i care for people deeply. at night my bed is full of love, because i alone am in it. i cry easily, from pain and pleasure, and i don't apologize for that. in the mornings i step outside and i'm thankful for another day. it took me many years to arrive at such a life. — ottessa moshfegh
- your heart requires moonlight. — virginia woolf
- ... she was a perfect recluse; and, apparently, perfectly contented. — emily bronte, wuthering heights
- how much better is the silence; the coffee-cup, the table. how much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee-cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself. — virginia woolf
- i made an effort to develop a mind of winter. — teju cole, open city
- i treated art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction. — oscar wilde, de profundis
feb 19 2020 ∞
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