December 20, 1927 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)
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December 20, 1927 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)
for when love is written in the stars but lost in the alignment.
perfect poem
A new line of beautifully-designed Modern Library books featuring only women writers? YEP. More on this at mlbooks IG.
recent pages in my pocket Moleskine and my commonplace, I’ve been rereading a book from 2024 as well, listening to a lot of Muse and pressing flowers and my Baba gifted me a secondhand analog camera (my 4th!) for Nowruz (and yet my heart is heavy with every breath I take) 🖋️ reblog is ok, don’t repost / use
omw to the library
drowning in seminar reading (O6. O4. 2O26)
Been reading: Childish Literature by Alejandro Zambra, Out of Our Minds by Johannes Fabian, On Earth as it is Beneath by Ana Paula Maia. And revisiting Raag Darbari
This is a holloway, a sunken lane formed by traffic or erosion. Some in Europe date to the Iron Age!
been thinking about love letters to nature
why do we always make something out of nothing
filofax mini my forever to-do list folder
Girl dinner? Troll breakfast ✨🧌🫖
an hour long video? yes, and you can watch it here :D
Margartia Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus
[Text ID: “—I need days when I can be alone, to think, to daydream.”]