Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written c. May 1920, featured in “The Diary of Virginia Woolf: Vol. II, 1920-1924”
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Neil Gaiman does both.
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the idea that your friends won't like you if you're too weird is wrong for example one time I told a friend whenever I was losing my mind I laid down on the floor under my desk and stared at it until I was better and next time she visited me she taped a bag of salami snacks to the underside of my desk with a message saying "going insane all by yourself, handsome?" which I only saw months later when I had a breakdown. that's friendship.
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The fact that Simon Snow is alive.
And I’m hopelessly in love with him.
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Tadao Ando, Shiba Ryotaro Memorial Museum Library, 2001.
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Anne Sexton, 45 Mercy Street; from 'The Lost Lie'
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“Thoughts on one of the hardest things: banishing the imagined bad faith reader from your writing process” by Melissa Febos on Twitter is hitting really hard today.
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do you ever form close relationships with people in your dreams and then feel a little sad when you wake up
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Hello Mr. Gaiman! I'm often amazed at how, in your books, in the Sandman, the lectures or speeches you give, you always manage to provide a kind assessment and take of the world and the characters you write about, no matter their flaws. I'm not particularly optimistic in general and it's heartwarming to see through the eyes of someone who is not cynical about everything. How do you do that? Does it come naturally? Or are you secretly the most cynical writer ever and I got it all wrong haha
No, I'm not very cynical. And I'd rather err on the side of kindness and forgiveness than on the side of cynicism and bitterness.
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Anyway here’s a poem I wrote about my cat
After “Do not stand at my grave and weep”, author disputed:
Do not stand at your bowl and meow.
I gave you food. It’s in there now.
I feed you at the dawning light,
I feed you at the fall of night.
I feed you kibbles mixed with meat
And wet food for a special treat.
I feed you even though you scoff
At all the food within your trough.
I feed you and still yet you yell
Like as a beast from deepest hell.
Do not stand at your bowl and cry.
I gave you food. You will not die.
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It's nearly 20 minutes of me talking to myself while watching the Sandman trailer and doing my best to explain every shot...
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I love to send out a reminder now and then: it is 100% fine for you to decide not to finish a book when you are no longer enjoying it. Think about how many books you want to read, and how many books you will be physically capable of reading in your lifetime. You will never be able to read enough. So why waste time on some book that isn’t holding your attention, or that isn’t your thing, or where the writing is making you mad? Move on, with my blessing.
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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West c. October 1928
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