some russian aristocrat in the 1890's: hello sir, i would like to commision a painting of a monk please
konstantin savitskiy: i am going to paint the hottest man who has ever lived

Cats are actually attracted to you because they know there is something deeply, unfathomably wrong with you. They like that about you. They find it charming.

This quote from Anna Karenina has been hammered into my heart

I'm the kind of girl to say thank you when you fail to hold the door for me. I will make you question everything. I may make you feel uncomfortable. But politely.

'You're so real' Tragic. I thought I was something vague, conceptual, abstract. Performance art. A theory. Something ill-defined. Am I a joke to you? Do you want me to perish?

How I look reconnecting with nature to avoid having to connect with others

I fell in love. With reading and research, I fell in love. I was never bored again but by all accounts I bored everyone else senseless.

Yes, I’m just like a little ray of sunshine. Fleeting. Shy. Transient. Easily eclipsed by passing clouds. Sometimes blinding, predominantly disappointing.

A line from Dostoevsky that feels like a weekend alone

Never shorten your words for anyone. The devil is in the details. Liberate him. Make him someone else’s problem.

Snorting a line of Earl Grey tea should induce a state of near god-like clarity and invulnerability.

How it feels to have your kindness misconstrued as flirtation

You should be able to wear a long white nightgown in public, no questions asked, no perplexed glances, just people humbled by your beautiful feverish apparition-like appearance.

Would anyone like to be friends in the 'historians have carefully deduced that they were very close friends' kind of way?

Eternally thankful for this line from Love in the Time of Cholera

'Eliminate sugar from your diet' how about I eliminate joy from my life too? Maybe I should just grow bitter, sad, shrivel up and die? Perhaps I will enjoy the sweet release of death?

You like boys. You like girls. Me though? I think I am just passionately in love with suffering.

Girl who is plotting and scheming to be 'ok'

I am a jar of home-pickled pickles on a sunlit kitchen shelf in Spring.

They should create a pursuit of perfection that doesn't destroy you.