Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn.
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 26 August 1956 in Paris (via barecontact)
I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.
Vincent Van Gogh, a letter to his brother, Theo. (via barecontact)