"Writers are always selling somebody out." - Joan Didion
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obsessed with mass market paperbacks. their pleasing rectangular proportions. how they fit badly in a hoodie pocket so you can drag them around everywhere with you like a temporary little buddy. the way they fit in your hand because they're MADE for human hands and not as bookshelf decoration. the way the pages feel when you riffle them gently with your thumb. How pristine and crisp they look when you get them and how creased and folded they look when you're done, even if you try to be nice to them. how that wear is okay, how that's correct actually, because they're made with the philosophy that books aren't meant to be PRETTY, they're meant to be read. that little ripple new ones get on the left side from where you hold them when you're reading, the way the ripple only goes as far as you've read, because u change stories by reading as they are changing you. how you can find thousands of these creased and folded and loved little dudes in every thrift store and used book shop and neighborhood library and you can instantly see the ones that someone carried around in a backpack for weeks or read to pieces or gave up on halfway through because they wear being read like fresh snow wears footprints. I love these poorly made, subpar little rectangles so much. truly the people's books.
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Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
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Simplicity speaks volumes. A perfect corner for a little escape🍃🕯
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i sold my couch and replaced it with a mattress. it feels like i just moved in, but also i love sitting on the floor and spreading out my stuff around me
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Reminder that your notes don't need to look perfect, you just need to be able to learn from them
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finished butter—thinking about hunger, cooking, being alone—so much swirling in me—read a bunch of papers on making borders—thinking about imagining spatial bounds of freedom—something is crashing together in my head, don't know what yet
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The Need of Art - Tomasa Martin
Spanish,b.1960-
Oil on linen 40 x 40x3,5 cm.
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