Early morning writing.
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)
- Gustave Flaubert (via ish07)
