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cicadaboybat · 1 year

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tagged by: @carriettaway thank you!!!!!!!! (: !!!!!!

nine people to get to know better !!!!!!!!

three ships: to be honest i dont have really any "main" ships in shit im just gay and want everything to be gay so like every piece of media i consume i just make it fruity in my brain for my own sake

last song: love und romance by the slits, my gay ass was shakin ass to this as i love the slits also heart it races by architecture in helsinski which is such a fun weird song and i also shake ass to just a different kind of ass shake

last movie: howl's moving castle last night which was very much so a repeat movie i watch it a lot and every time howl's gay ass entrances me

currently reading: who's afraid of virginia woolf, a repeat book but i enjoy rereading to figure out how i actually feel about it

currently watching: BATMAN!!! batman the animated series!! i love batman i love batman i love batman yes i am autistic why do you ask

currently consuming: last thing i ate was a homemade cookie which i shouldnt have ate because i cant have dairy ):< but it was a cookie so (:<

currently craving: dumplings.........i will grab some on my way out of town today mayhaps............. (:<

nine tags !!!!: @welleducatedinfant , @incorrigibledecomposition , @l-s-dunes , @catholicjinx , @joyfullyagnostic , @thecashandandrogyny , @poolboyatthevampyremansion , @baskinsilence , @sydneyunkillables , super sorry if someone already did something like this, no worries feel free to ignore if you dont wanna (:

#that was fun!#thank you tino!!

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sapphireshorelines · 2 years

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August 1st Today is the first day of August. Sniff. July is over. I got up this morning at 6:30. I don’t know why. The dew was very thick and beautiful. All white. Now, however, the sun is out. The sky is blue. And it is going to be a beautiful day. [...]

August 1st Yesterday was not the first day of August. Today is. A free day. Bill and I tried to collaborate this morning but it didn’t work out. [...]

Aug. 3rd Actually I am not sure if today is the 3rd or not. It might be the 4th or the 5th. It really doesn’t matter. [...]

1. The poem present only in a letter Dickinson had sent to Higginson in August 1877, that Popova imagines to have been possibly written having witnessed the eclipse on September 29, 1875:

It sounded as if the streets were running— /And then—the streets stood still—/ Eclipse was all we could see at the Window/ And Awe—was all we could feel. / By and by—the boldest stole out of his Covert/ To see if Time was there/ Nature was in her Opal Apron—/ Mixing fresher Air.

2. Asaph Hall was about to give up his frustrating search for a Martian moon one August night in 1877, but his wife Angelina urged him on. He discovered Deimos (pic 1 below) the next night, and Phobos (pic 2 below) six nights after that. (x)

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#joe brainard #writers diary #mrs dalloway #virginia woolf #mary oliver #august #vincent van gogh #at eternity's gate #maria popova #figuring #emily dickinson #eclipse #ocean vuoug #night sky with exit wounds #taylor swift #evermore #**#parallels

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scatteredpiecesofme · 1 year

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Thank you @sflow-er and @cupofteainme for tagging me!

Favourite colour: Red

Currently reading: you caught me in one of the rare moments when I'm not reading anything.

Last song: I blasted S2 soundtrack into my years all afternoon! In loop. My favourite one is "Seize the Power" by Yonaka.

Sweet/spicy/savoury: Spicy

Favourite alcoholic drink: beer and red wine

Currently working on: does it mean fanfiction? In this case, nothing (I'm not a fanfic writer, nor a writer in general)

Traditional or modern: Modern

Favourite writer: oh gosh, there are so many! I'll name a few, in random order: Virginia Woolf, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, André Aciman, Mario Vargas Llosa, Michel Tremblay, Margaret Mazzantini, Fernando Pessoa, Charles Baudelaire, Eugenio Montale, Erich Fried (the last four are poets).

Favourite dessert: I don't have one, I'm not into desserts that much

Favourite rapper: I like rap as a genre but don't have a favourite artist. I like discovering new ones, though, and after joining the fandom and starting studying Swedish I ventured into Swedish rap. I enjoy A36, Jireel, Asme, VC Barre among others.

Favourite sports player: hum, too many, again? My favourite sports are figure ice skating, free-climbing and moutaineering, I could name dozens of athletes that I love from each one. I'll go with two women who made history in mountaineering: Edurne Pasaban (Spain) and Gerlinde Kaltenbrunner (Austria), the first and second women to ever climb all the eight-thousanders (the 14 peaks higher than 8.000mt / 26,520 feet) a decade ago. Edurne was the absolute first, Gerlinde the second but the first to do it without oxygen.

Colour of your bedroom: White walls, white wardrobe, colourful sheets and blankets (red, orange, pink, green, blue, etc. with stripes or flowers or other coloured patterns)

Favourite politician: gonna skip this one

Loyalty or lust: Loyalty, if I have to pick one. But I can't imagine my life without lust.

Pizza or pasta: Pasta

Are you vegan/veggie: my diet is 80% plant-based. I still eat a bit of of eggs, dairy, meat and fish but I'm trying to cut animal food down as much as possible.

Favourite time period: as a period to live in, present time. In fiction, I love movies and shows set in the '50s-'60s because of the aesthetics: fashion, music, interior design, I love everything from those decades.

Love or hate: Love. Love. Love.

Last series watched: I haven't watched anything but Young Royals for the last three weeks...

Classical or rock music: Rock all my life

Fairy or dragon: both

Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings: ok, here we are, I'm going to be canceled: none. Fantasy is my least favourite genre both in literature and movies.

@randomsmilingpotatoes and @thewestcoastlady have you already been tagged? would you like to play along? No pressure in any case!

#ask game #not yr

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danah · 1 month

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Virginia Woolf, March 1940 " The Dairy "

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widowshill · 8 months

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DOSSIER : ELIZABETH COLLINS STODDARD

studies in: the decay of the eldest daughter, family obligation, outward respectability, the widow walled up alive in the tomb of her husband (Egyptian fashion), the postwar lavender scare

FULL NAME: Elizabeth Marie Collins Stoddard AGE: 51 BIRTH DATE: February 28, 1917 ETHNICITY: white GENDER: cis woman ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic, strong preference for women SEXUAL ORIENTATION: biromantic, strong preference for women RELIGION: Protestant (more accurately: family, wealth) SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: at the Collinwood estate

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Jamison and Catherine Collins SIBLINGS: Roger Collins SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Paul Stoddard, estranged, fate unknown (believed dead, for a while) CHILDREN: Carolyn Stoddard

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: hazel HAIR COLOUR: brown HEIGHT:5'4 BODY BUILD: average for her age. soft, not built. thinner from nerves. TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: none. clip on earrings. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: dresses to show her wealth, with elegant highly-coiffed hair and a string of pearls around her neck. very in fashion for the mid sixties, but within a refined, repressed glamour. often dons shaped lipstick and heavy eyeliner. age is most noticeable at her hands, neck, and eyelids.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: smart, but held back by her principles and her loyalties: she will always be out-conned by those with her worst interests in mind because Liz will take the path of family honor even at a personal loss. very business-savvy and is responsible for overseeing the Collins family fishery, cannery, and real-estate holdings since the death of her father. her many years in isolation at Collinwood allowed her time in solitude to undertake a great deal of personal study, including the family histories, economics, literature, botany, and some basic understanding of patterns necessary to the fishing business such as currents and zoology. LIKES: pearls, tweed, wool, nylon, Revlon 740 Certainly Red, a fire in the hearth, the company of her family, the walls of Collinwood, fresh peonies, freshly baked bread, peaches in the summertime, sunrise over the sea, the wind off the cliffs in her hair, storms, the crackle of the radio and the turntable, female soloists (Lesley Gore, Billie Holiday, Brenda Lee), the piano ( playing and listening ), champagne, coffee, tea, the smell of men's cologne, white wine, fruit pies, high fashion –– especially Yves Saint Laurent, films and moviehouses ( a fondness for old hollywood romances, but she has a secret soft spot for animation, including Disney animation ), gardens, the smell of hairspray, the smell of chanel perfume, lavender, the writings of Virginia Woolf, hydrangeas, iron, trout, salmon DISLIKES: plastics, painted wood, rock music, laziness, adultery, liars, the works of Ernest Hemingway, most contemporary Broadway productions (incl. Hair particularly), television, unbearably hot summers, bugs, the smell of chlorine, the smell of oil and gasoline, gum, costume jewelry, miniskirts, politics and argument, disobedience, leather, poachers, horror films, the works of Georgette Heyer, plastic-covered furniture, the feeling of dirty bills and coins, whisky, vodka, soda-pop, anything overly-sweet (candy, cookies, cake –– but she does have a weakness for the occasional red-velvet), fast food except a Dairy Queen sundae, motorcycles and travel in general with the exception of small boat rides or bike rides DISPOSITION: quiet, elegant, and protective. swan-like: beautiful at a distance and she prefers to keep it that way. hellish when her brood is threatened. a bit old-fashioned and slightly out of touch. enigmatic. holier-than-thou.

Biography:

Elizabeth Collins was born one of two heirs to the Collins family name and accompanying fortune. Her brother, Roger, was born when she was eight; her mother, Catherine, died in childbirth. Elizabeth was the darling of her father's eye, and Jamison never paid much attention to the fussy, demanding younger boy, preferring to leave him to the care of governessness and nannies. Neither did Roger show any promise nor capability of carrying on the family business. His elder sister, instead, was brought up as her father's right hand, accompanying him on trips to the docks, to the office, and into town on business. while Roger escaped to Yale and all the delights of a college boy's distance from his obligations, Elizabeth was carried up on the virtues of family, duty, honor, and money. though the young heiress was the beauty of Collinsport and drew many a young boy's eye, very few ever impressed Jamison's discerning eye ... or Elizabeth's.

In her late teens and through most of her twenties, she largely enjoyed the company of other girls (a habit identified as refinement and temperance ... until it wasn't). With the onset of World War II, the men of Collinsport shipped away: the Collins fleet fishermen and cannery workers became soldiers and sailors for the Navy, instead. As in the rest of the country, women stepped into the roles. Elizabeth aided her father in management of the cannery and fishing fleet, and became acquainted with a wartime hire who would rapidly ascend through the ranks: Annette "Ned" Calder, a butch who could make her swoon just as well out on the pitching decks as in the smoky, rum-stained Blue Whale. Ned went so far as to ask her to marry him, but Elizabeth refused him. This broke Ned's heart: it would be years before they would speak again.

Her next lover was closer to home: Betty Hanscombe, the pretty daughter of the Collinwood butler, and Roger's former governess. They were able to see each other more often, but close quarters meant sterner oversight, too, and the affair was no secret to anyone that lived in the house. Betty's father saw to it that she was married off to a local boy, but Elizabeth continued to see her, either finding some thin excuse to pay a visit or to steal her away from her husband up to the cold, dark manor. When Betty fell pregnant in the summer of 1945, Elizabeth began courting daydreams that they would abscond together and raise the child as their own.

After the war ended, the United States – and Collinsport – became sterner in their social punishment of such feminine indulgences. The Nuclear Family was king, heterosexuality a bastion against communism itself, and the world ran on property and capital. The Collins heiress, too, was growing older: expectations grew more persistent to enforce these norms, to be an example, and most of all, to provide the next Collins heir. The family decided to hush the scandal before it grew unmanageable and protect Elizabeth's image, and their own. Betty was sent away for psychiatric treatment at Windcliff Sanitarium on the Collins' orders, and given intense aversion therapy that severely weakened her mental and physical health. Betty was released near the end of her pregnancy but only lived a few months after delivering her daughter, Victoria, and jumped from Widow's Hill. Betty's husband took Victoria with him to New York. After a few weeks, he left her at the Hammond Foundling Home with only a note: "Her name is Victoria. I cannot take care of her."

Elizabeth, meanwhile, rushed into a hasty marriage to Paul Stoddard : the first man halfway charming enough that she could at least pretend to like convincingly. Paul was only after the Collins fortune, and Elizabeth made an easy target. After their marriage, the relationship began to swiftly decline. When her father died, in the midst of tremendous grief, Liz did all she could to keep the bulk of her inheritance out of Paul's (and his conspirator's, Jason's) hands, to their endless frustration. she had planned to seek out a formal separation from Paul, but it was interrupted: Carolyn Stoddard. the birth of her daughter delighted her, and brought a bit of blonde sunshine into her rapidly-darkening and sorrowful world. Paul was, if possible, a worse father than he was a husband. his disinterest and outright mistreatment of his new daughter mounted Elizabeth's frustrations and anger against him, and when she caught him with stolen family heirlooms enough was enough: she seized a poker from the fireplace and hit him over the head.

Jason happened upon the body in the living room, and agreed to keep the murder a secret and to help hide the body in exchange for a stream of money. Elizabeth, helpless, agreed, and she would funnel payments to McGuire for years. Jason feigned that he had buried Paul in a secret room in the basement. Elizabeth kept the key, and the guilt, around her neck for the next eighteen years. Unbeknownst to her, Paul and Jason escaped together from Collinwood with Elizabeth's money, to regions unknown. Elizabeth told the household, and everyone else, that Paul had abandoned herself and Carolyn and went off to sea.

Elizabeth became a recluse, self-imposing solitude and refusing to leave the grounds of Collinwood, devoting herself almost entirely to the care of her daughter, the business, and the estate. After two years, an investigator managed to track down Betty's daughter in a New York foundling home, who was given the last name "Winters" after the season in which she'd arrived on their doorstep. Elizabeth sent her an anonymous gifts of $50 every month to see to it that she was cared for.

But financial straights were difficult, for other reasons. her brother Roger had spent the entirety of his inheritance had his shares of the company up at auction to raise a little more cash, and Elizabeth used most her own inheritance (what was left from Paul and Jason's thefts) to buy them up and keep control within the family. Roger's involvement with the vehicular manslaughter in 1957 further drew upon her resources, monetary and social, to keep him out of prison. after he secured his innocence and sent Burke Devlin off to prison, Elizabeth paid Roger off to leave Collinwood with his new wife, Laura, to minimize the scandal and to (hopefully) earn herself some peace.

With the Collins fortune rapidly dwindling thanks to her brother's misdeeds and her own hushed scandals, Elizabeth closed up part of the house, and put an end to the parties which had one lit up the vast, grand estate. many of the rest of the properties fell into disrepair and abandonment. the staff was dismissed, leaving Elizabeth to do most of the housework herself, though she kept on Matthew Morgan as groundskeeper. Roger would return ten years later with his son, David, and though she could never hide her frustrations with her brother, she could not turn him ( and his son and Collins heir ) out of the family's ancestral home.

Despite the financial strain, she elected to hire a governess for David to serve as educator and, allegedly, to give her daughter Carolyn the freedom to leave Collinwood and start her own family. to find a suitable candidate, Elizabeth contacted the Hammond Foundling Home, and a bright, pretty young lady by the name of Victoria Winters.

#➤ elizabeth collins stoddard. ┊ I belong to the house. the house belongs to me.

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terrorpenned · 11 months

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DOSSIER : ELIZABETH COLLINS STODDARD

FULL NAME: Elizabeth Marie Collins Stoddard AGE: 51 BIRTH DATE: February 28, 1917 ETHNICITY: white GENDER: cis woman ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic (strong preference for women) SEXUAL ORIENTATION: biromantic (strong preference for women) RELIGION: protestant SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: at the Collinwood estate

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Jamison and Catherine Collins SIBLINGS: Roger Collins SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Paul Stoddard, estranged, fate unknown CHILDREN: Carolyn Stoddard

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: hazel HAIR COLOUR: brown HEIGHT: 5'4 BODY BUILD: average for her age TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: none. clip on earrings. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: dresses to show her wealth, with elegant highly-coiffed hair and a string of pearls around her neck. very in fashion for the mid sixties, but within a refined, repressed glamour. often dons shaped lipstick and heavy eyeliner. age is most noticeable at her hands, neck, and eyelids.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: smart, but held back by her principles and her optimism: she will always be out-conned by those with her worst interests in mind because Liz will take the honorable path even at a personal loss. very business-savvy and is responsible for overseeing the Collins family fishery, cannery, and real-estate holdings since the death of her father. her many years in isolation at Collinwood allowed her time in solitude to undertake a great deal of personal study, including the family histories, economics, literature, botany, and some basic understanding of patterns necessary to the fishing business such as currents and zoology. LIKES: pearls, tweed, wool, nylon, Revlon 740 Certainly Red, a fire in the hearth, the company of her family, the walls of Collinwood, fresh peonies, freshly baked bread, peaches in the summertime, sunrise over the sea, the wind off the cliffs in her hair, storms, the crackle of the radio and the turntable, female soloists (Lesley Gore, Billie Holiday, Brenda Lee), the piano ( playing and listening ), champagne, coffee, tea, the smell of men's cologne, white wine, fruit pies, high fashion –– especially Yves Saint Laurent, films and moviehouses ( a fondness for old hollywood romances, but she has a secret soft spot for animation, including Disney animation ), gardens, the smell of hairspray, the smell of chanel perfume, lavender, the writings of Virginia Woolf, hydrangeas, iron, trout, salmon DISLIKES: plastics, painted wood, rock music, laziness, adultery, liars, the works of Ernest Hemingway, most contemporary Broadway productions (incl. Hair particularly), television, unbearably hot summers, bugs, the smell of chlorine, the smell of oil and gasoline, gum, costume jewelry, miniskirts, politics and argument, disobedience, leather, poachers, horror films, the works of Georgette Heyer, plastic-covered furniture, the feeling of dirty bills and coins, whisky, vodka, soda-pop, anything overly-sweet (candy, cookies, cake –– but she does have a weakness for the occasional red-velvet), fast food except a Dairy Queen sundae, motorcycles and travel in general with the exception of small boat rides or bike rides DISPOSITION: quiet, elegant, and protective. swan-like: beautiful at a distance and she prefers to keep it that way. hellish when her brood is threatened. a bit old-fashioned and slightly out of touch. enigmatic. holier-than-thou.

Biography:

Her next great love was closer to home: Betty Hanscombe, the pretty daughter of the Collinwood butler, and Roger's former governess. They were able to see each other more often, but close quarters meant sterner oversight, too, and the affair was no secret to anyone that lived in the house. Betty's father saw to it that she was married off to a local boy, but Elizabeth continued to see her, either finding some thin excuse to pay a visit or to steal her away from her husband up to the cold, dark manor. When Betty fell pregnant in the summer of 1945, Elizabeth began courting daydreams that they would abscond together and raise the child as their own.

Elizabeth, meanwhile, rushed into a hasty marriage to Paul Stoddard : the first man halfway charming enough that she could at least pretend to like convincingly. Paul, was only after the Collins fortune, and Elizabeth made an easy target. After their marriage, the relationship began to swiftly decline When her father died, in the midst of tremendous grief, Liz did all she could to keep the bulk of her inheritance out of Paul and Jason's hands, to their endless frustration. she had planned to seek out a formal separation from Paul, but it was interrupted by an unplanned pregnancy: her daughter, Carolyn Stoddard. the birth of her daughter delighted her, and brought a bit of blonde sunshine into her rapidly-darkening and sorrowful world. Paul was, if possible, a worse father than he was a husband. his disinterest and outright mistreatment of his new daughter mounted Elizabeth's frustrations and anger against him, and when she caught him with stolen family heirlooms enough was enough: she seized a poker from the fireplace and hit him over the head.

Paul's friend Jason happened upon the body in the living room, and agreed to keep the murder a secret and to help hide the body in exchange for a stream of money. Elizabeth, helpless, agreed, and she would funnel payments to McGuire for years. Jason feigned that he had buried Paul in a secret room in the basement. Elizabeth kept the key, and the guilt, around her neck for the next eighteen years. Unbeknownst to her, Paul and Jason escaped together from Collinwood with Elizabeth's money, to regions unknown. Elizabeth told the household, and everyone else, that Paul had abandoned herself and Carolyn and went off to sea.

despite the financial strain, she elected to hire a governess for David to serve as educator and, allegedly, to give her daughter Carolyn the freedom to leave Collinwood and start her own family. to find a suitable candidate, Elizabeth contacted the Hammond Foundling Home, who recommended a bright, pretty young lady by the name of Victoria Winters.

#dossier.#elizabeth collins stoddard.

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sincabaiyibakilsin · 2 years

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Her şey o gün başladı. Annem bana doğru dönüp; "Peki sen ne yapmayı düşünüyorsun? Zaman geçiyor biliyorsun değil mi?" dedi. İşte o günden beri kendime gelemiyorum. İçimdeki boşluk büyüyor da büyüyor. Daha öncesinde de vardı elbet, derinlerde bir yerde bazen de yüzeye çıkmış kendini hatırlatırdı. Ama ilk defa bu kadar farkına vardım. Ben ne yapıyordum? Ne yapacaktım? Artık bir şeyler yapacak mıydım?

Yine bir mart ayı ve ben yeni bir yaş daha alıyorum. Güya yaşıyorum ama yaşıyor muyum gerçekten? Kaç sene geçti, kaç mevsim değişti. Odam değişti, çevrem değişti, insanlar değişti. Bir ben değişemiyorum. Bir ben hep aynı şeyleri söyleyip aynı çemberin içinde dolanıp duruyorum. Ama sadece izliyorum. Herkesin kendi başrolünü oynadığı o filmleri izliyorum. Benim filmim ne zaman başlayacak acaba?

İçimde kocaman bir kara delik var sanki. Birazcık umutlansam, hayaller kursam, biraz mutlu olsam bunu hemen fark edip yutmaya başlıyor beni. Daha mutsuz, daha karanlık oluveriyorum. 'Maid' dizisindeki o hizmetçi kızın depresif sahnesinde gibi hissediyorum o anda. Kanepenin arasına kaçıvermişim. Düşüyorum, boğuluyorum. Eski püskü bir yerde küf içinde gibiyim. Dışardan gelen seslerse boğuk ben koca bir sonsuz boşluğun içindeyim.

Ve biliyorum ki beni tamamen yutmadan da rahat etmeyecek. Bir gün tamamen bitirecek beni. O çevreme takındığım polyanna maskesini dahi bırakmayacak ardımda...

#evren #hayat #hayatdöngüsü #yaşamkalitesi #roman #yazı #makale #içimdekiler #günlük #dear dairy #şiir #virginia woolf #veronika ölmek istiyor #biyografi #bussinesswomen #bullshit

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theminimaliststudyplace · 4 years

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 6 𝓸𝓯 100 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓽𝔂

Well, I don't know if I can still call my days "productive" since I haven't tackle down all my tasks for two days. But honestly, I don't feel bad or guilty about it. Maybe because I'm taking time to stay away from my busy minda, I don't feel bad.

This morning I took a morning stroll, which was sunny and breezy, and started a new book, A room of one's own by Virginia Woolf. This book has been in my library for literally a year, and I don't know why I didn't start it.

Also, I ate a LOT today. I made coffee and olive oil toasts for breakfast and dairy free french toast with jam and strawberries as an evening "snack".

#study blog #study motivation #mine #studyblr #literature #quarentinelife #books & libraries #motivation #quarentineedition #study #100 days of productivity #french toast #virginia woolf #food #breakfast

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lingxin0613 · 3 years

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REFERENCE

Dalloway is a typeface inspired by Virginia Woolf's novel Mrs. Dalloway. Some calligraphic features are incorporated to make this typeface more humane. Because Woolf's writing style is very sentimental and personal, which somehow reminds me of the feeling of reading someone's dairy. Some features of this typeface also takes inspiration from flowers and plants, which is another influence from the book. Flower appears in the first sentence of the novel and works as an important symbol throughout the whole story.

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amadryades · 6 years

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Do you write ? I wish I could write poetry or even prose, but everything I write just feels so wrong

Not that any of them will ever see the light of day but I write fragmentary pieces about anything that incites my thoughts and senses, small verses, endless drafts about stories that will never happen, I write my dreams down…I know this feeling, every writer who actually has something to say and some empathy and self-awareness and a tad of perfectionism does feel insecure about their writing. Never stop writing, if that is your calling. Experiment, correct, add, read your writing out loud to your loved ones, find a mentor. Do not overestimate yourself, but do not let your insecurities eat your heart away.

“All poets write bad poetry. Bad poets publish them, good poets burn them.”― Umberto Eco

but!

Literatute is rotting from the shipwrecks of men who, beyond all common sense, cared about others’ opinions.

–Virginia Woolf

No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.

— Erin Bow

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somebody-called-me-sebastienne · 7 years

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I don't watch PMQs as often as you might expect I only live-tweet Question Time for comedic effect I've never Virginia Woolf, or any Bertolt Brecht And nobody knows that I'm a fraud It's often been alleged that I'm as hard-left as can be But my idea of "edgy" is an unknown brand of tea And I'm not even veggie, let alone dairy free And nobody knows that I'm a fraud But I'll get up underneath the lights until I feel adored And I'll never tell you anything I think you won't applaud Oh it might not always be the truth, but it will have three chords Nobody knows that I'm a fraud Well dressing how I do I find I often get mistook By graphic novel fans who judge me on the way I look But I just like Batman shirts, I've never read a comic book Nobody knows that I'm a fraud When people call me a musician that makes my palms perspire I took Grade I piano, and I never got no higher If I didn't have this capo then you'd all see I'm a liar Nobody knows that I'm a fraud And some days I get so scared that we're losing And some days I'm just so sure we'll never win And some days I get so knackered from refusing to let that in Well some days life feels like a play that you have not rehearsed But one thing's true of all of us sharing this universe Is we could all be doing better and we could all be doing worse And everyone you know feels like a fraud So come on and get up underneath the lights until you feel adored But never tell them anything you think they won't applaud Oh it might not always be the truth but it will have three chords Nobody knows that I'm a fraud Oh it might not always be the truth but it will have three chords And I guess I'll take up spoken word when I run out of chords Because nobody knows that I'm a fraud

#every time

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