Vincent Van Gogh, in a letter to his brother Theo, dated 23 December 1881
[18/100] days of productivity
Did a lot of reading. I'm almost finished with Babysitter by Joyce Carol Oates. Such a "traumatic" read, so dark and uncomfortable, but beautifully written. Worked on my Substack. Then went for a little walk at the park.
ray bradbury
And she watched the daffodils turn golden, in a burst of sun that was warm on her hands and lap. Even she caught the faint, tarry scent of the flowers.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
Current read + me wearing my bf shirts on repeat! 🔁 Men's shirts are my Roman empire.
I've never been somewhere I belonged, but there are places where I think I could be happy. Like San Francisco. Well, do art museums count? Because I feel like I belong in them.
- Heather Demetrios, I'll Meet You There
[12/100] days of productivity
Spent hours copying quotes and other random things collected during the months―thanks to my "obsessive screenshotting mania"―into my commonplace journal.
So relaxing. Almost therapeutic. I recommend.
[16/100] days of productivity
Finally decided to tackle reading something by Fernando Pessoa. I don't know why but his most popular one, The Book of Disquiet, intimidates me so much, so I decided to start with his poetry. So far so good. Exquisite, I should say!
Louisa May Alcott, from Little Women