Study.

The will to uncover all truth, that is the core of my being.

William Butler Yeats (b. 13 June 1865)

Octavia E. Butler, Notes on writing, (‘Tell stories filled with facts…’), ca. 1970-1995 [The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens, San Marino, CA. © Estate of Octavia E. Butler]

— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947

Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter Lou von Salomé written c. March 1912  (via 89words)

{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}

— Aldous Huxley, from “Brave New World.”

-Simone de Beauvoir, letters to Sartre

— Hozier, In The Woods Somewhere

@silenziobruno

[TEXT ID: "I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It's me. It's me and my head. / In winter, I collapse." END ID]

– Charles Baudelaire, from Elevation; Fleurs Du Mal (tr. by William Aggeler), 1857

– The Glass Essay, Anne Carson

Text ID: I don't feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall—like seeking love in a whorehouse.

buy me a coffee

– Keaton Henson

[Text ID: “ to stand(alone)in some autumnal afternoon: breathing a fatal stillness;”]

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