Nighttime routine.
#TSTTPD

you left your typewriter at my apartment, straight from the tortured poets department

Dostoevsky understood everything

4 shots espresso and a cup of yorkshire gold before 10am

i always struggle to answer the question, “what kind of books do you read?” like. how am i supposed to answer that..? stream-of-consciousness? classic literary fiction? metaphysical and bleak philosophy?

Can I just admit now that I thought an “em dash” was named after Emily Dickinson?

Susan Sontag in February 1976, a time when she had what she called “fits of lucidity.”

“i am overwhelmed with things i ought to have written about and never found the proper words.”

— virginia woolf

from the unabridged journals of sylvia plath

simple breakfast and soft morning light ☕

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

I desired always to stretch the night and fill it fuller and fuller with dreams.

my book club told me i had to stop choosing books that were just 'sad girls thinking things'

One of my little writing tips for students is to be an unparalleled savant like Alice Munro—the genius quality helps set your work apart and makes things like publishing and winning Nobels easier

Louise Glück

— Sylvia Plath

Plus this makes me want to go home and sprawl on the sofa, draped myself in one of my many Kashmiri shawls.

everyone ought to live within walking distance of a good, publicly-funded art museum so they can visit it at the same time every week for 30 years to sit and stare at a single painting and possibily even come to understand it

“I have made up thousands of stories; I have filled innumerable notebooks with phrases to be used when I have found the true story, the one story to which all these phrases refer. But I have never yet found the story. And I begin to ask, Are there stories?”

V. Woolf, The Waves