The Physics Students

Oh to be the Broken Ace.

To be so good at everything that you’re never good enough.

To walk around with a regal air that nobody questions because your reputation always precedes you.

People avoid you because they don’t trust themselves to act around you.

Even more, they don’t trust your response.

The people around you harbour the worst kind of doubt, the deepest kind of fear, the most damaging kind of insecurity.

And that’s the thing.

You are good.

Annoyingly so.

Your all-consuming demons have made sure of it.

sneak peek of my bookshelf

You wake every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before and that my love is bravery.

~ unknown 

What a beautiful book. The afterword of made me cry after a long emotional journey of small glimpses of his life:

"...the coffin had been covered with yellow flowers, 'his favorite color [...] a symbol of the light of which he dreamed both in his heart and in his work.'"

— Van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh

“My ingenious fingers wait when they have found

The petal flesh beneath the robe they part.

How curious, complex, the touch, this subtle art–

As the dream of fragrance, the miracle of sound.”

— ‘The Touch’ by Renée Vivien

[Natalie Clifford Barney published ‘Quelques Portraits-Sonnets de Femmes’, a book of lesbian poetry about love. Her father found out about this and bought the ones that were left to have them burnt.

A few years later, Renée Vivien (a lover of Barney’s) wrote her own lesbian poetry and had it published— ‘The Muse of the Violets: Poems’]

There should be no boundaries to human endeavor. However bad life may seem, while there is life, there is hope.

one day my bookshelves will be filled with penguin classics. one day.

"Be brave, be curious, be determined, overcome the odds. It can be done” ―Stephen Hawking, Brief Answers to the Big Questions

starry night

Albertine Bookstore, NYC