Pages from the diary of Lady Ottoline Morrell (feat. Virginia Woolf and TS Eliot), from Garsington May 27 (1926)
She lay quite still, in a sort of sleep, in a sort of dream.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
Sylvia Plath, aged 19, journal entry #124, from "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath" (dated May 15, 1952)
[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.
love downloading a pdf to never read. just in case. like lol. you’re coming home with me
6 June 1926 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
[19/100] days of productivity
Finally finished reading Babysitter by Joyce Carol Oates. Omg. So dark and intense! I'm so glad it is over. Now I've just started White Nights by Fëdor Dostoevskij. As for other stuff, I washed my black clothes and went to the grocery store. Pretty casual day.
[2/100] days of productivity
Brushing up my French skills with this book by Michèle Thomasson. It is a little collection of his journal entries. I think I can manage, little by little. Low commitment, but effective.
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