Why Do People Always Ask Me About Sexual Fantasies But Never About My Other Fantasies? I Don’t Think

Yennefer looking at Geralt - requested by anonymous 

be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.

Aya Gueye by Álvaro Gracia for Schön! Magazine  - June 2020

‘By the time you see this announcement,’ he says, 'I will be dead.’ He goes on to say that it wasn’t a career in law enforcement that killed him but two packs of cigarettes a day. I saw this at about three o'clock in the morning, alone in my apartment, on a black-and-white set with lots of interference. White noise and snow. He seemed to be speaking directly at me, right out of the television set.  For a moment I was disoriented, seized by panic; could a ghost embody itself through wavelengths, electronic dots, a picture tube? What are the dead, anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star?’         - The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Evening Public Ledger, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, June 9, 1919

the fact that i’m not on a balcony in italy watching the sun set eating fresh fruit with my lover is offensive

“You are the one I’d let go the other loves for,”

— Sandra Cisneros, You Bring Out the Mexican in Me

Lago di Como. Italy

My love for stationery is never ending. There’s not much a new notebook and pen can’t fix.

Pavilion Hall at the Hermitage Museum. St Petersburg, Russia.