𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔪, 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫

"I disappeared into books when I was very young, disappeared into them like someone running into the woods."

- Rebecca Solnit

April 21st, 1928 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)

My kink is getting some fuckin sleep

Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, from a letter featured in The Life & Letters of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

lonely, little hands, with the nocturnal scent of generous stars.

- Forough Farrokhzad, Window Poem

I deserve a love that never leaves me guessing.

Of Mice & Men (c. 1990) - Sean Delonas