Early morning writing.

Early morning writing.

This is my dream writing room. Surrounded by woods, natural light, white washed walls, bare necessities — heaven.

This is my dream writing room. Surrounded by woods, natural light, white washed walls, bare necessities — heaven.

I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.
- Gustave Flaubert (via ish07)
 






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