“I wish you could live in my brain for a week. It is washed with the most violent waves of emotion… And you think it all fixed and settled. Do we then know nobody?—only our own version of them, which, as likely as not, are emanations from ourselves.”
Letter from Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville West, 1926. (via hurryuppleaseitstime)
“I had the lonely child’s habit of making up stories and holding conversations with imaginary persons, and I think from the very start my literary ambitions were mixed up with the feeling of being isolated and undervalued. I knew that I had a facility with words and a power of facing unpleasant facts, and I felt that this created a sort of private world in which I could get my own back for my failure in everyday life.”
George Orwell, Why I Write (via faeriepetals)
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“I am empty headed tonight and feeling all the prelude of spring - the vague discomfort and melancholy and a feeling of having come to anchor.”
Virginia Woolf, Diary Entry, 28 February, 1927. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse.
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Film; (by Forever A Sleepwalker)
Ross Sterling Turner
A Garden is a Sea of Flowers, detail
1912
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