Do I dare disturb the universe?

I wish that I could say I am a light that never goes out, but I flicker from time to time Charlotte, 21, studyblr: @atailof2kitties

[atailof2kitties]

The sea’s immortality compared to human mortality

Black Sails episode VIII / The Battle of Camperdown, Philip James De Loutherbourg / The Waves, Virginia Woolf / Lighthousekeeping, Jeanette Winterson / The Shipwreck, J.M.W Turner / On The Sea, Beach House / Salt to the Sea, Ruta Sepetys / The Shipwreck on Northern Sea (1865), Ivan Aivazovsky / The Waves, Mary Oliver

[lesbiandivorce]

gina hsmtmts is a lesbian

[littl3-lion3ss]

european twerking:

[seawitchkaraoke]

Ah we're back with the hot women

[magnificentapricot-blog]

Graham Northom: idk, probably sth funny, i.m not from uk

[fahrenheit45done]

So many girl bosses on Eurovision this year 😌 we love to see it

[loudmouthed-deactivated20140204]

got a masters degree in being ignored

[anarcho-malarkyist-deactivated2]

looks like someone got referred to as et al on their paper LMAO

[cruellesummer]

help me hold on to you

[morningmightcomebyaccident]

'As a body hers is perfection': Alison Bechdel on the love letters of Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville-West

The great literary love affair not only fed the visionary novel Orlando, but staked out new ground for women - and inspired the graphic nove

When I was an undergraduate and just coming out as a lesbian, I slunk to a dimly lit, out-of-the-way place where I knew I would find other people like me – the stacks of the library. Vita Sackville-West was not the first companion I encountered there, but she was certainly the most indelible one.

[...]

The letters they exchange when Vita is off on her travels are masterpieces of longing. Letters from the train – a brief one from Virginia that says only: “Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.” Vita calculating the seconds until they will see each other (480,000). These letters are so intoxicating that when Vita finally returns to England, it’s anticlimactic. But of course that’s the nature of an epistolary narrative. The thing the reader most wants – for the protagonists to hook up at last – is the thing the reader never gets. That’s where the writing stops.

From the outset, there’s complete clarity on each woman’s part about what she desires in the other. Virginia loves Vita’s body, and Vita loves Virginia’s mind. Virginia writes in her diary: “She is stag like or race horse like … and has no very sharp brain. But as a body hers is perfection.” By “body” Virginia means not just Vita’s actual body, but, as she will later articulate, “her capacity I mean to take the floor in any company, to represent her country, to visit Chatsworth, to control silver, servants, chow dogs; her motherhood (but she is a little cold and offhand with her boys), her being in short (what I have never been) a real woman.”

Vita records her first impression of Virginia in a letter to Harold. “At first you think she is plain; then a sort of spiritual beauty imposes itself on you …” Vita will remain at great pains to convince Harold that her love for Virginia is “a mental thing, a spiritual thing if you like, an intellectual thing … ” She reports delightedly to him that conversation with Virginia made her feel “as though the edge of my mind were being held against a grindstone”. While Virginia makes a few private digs about Vita’s writing in her diary, Vita has nothing but admiration for Virginia’s work, and one of her more laudable traits is her ability to appreciate Virginia’s superior talent without envy. In fact, she would devote herself, along with Leonard, to protecting and nurturing it. She writes to Harold that Virginia “inspires a feeling of tenderness, which is, I suppose, owing to her funny mixture of hardness and softness – the hardness of her mind, and her terror of going mad again”.

[watchoutforintellect]

Langston Hughes, from ‘Tired’ featured in Selected Poems

[malice-bradbury]

nothing more romantic than you getting pinned to a bookshelf by your academic rival, both of you staring daggers at each other, restraint breaking, the book in your hand dropping with a thud as you both let impulse dominate instead of logic and reason,, love’s indeed a fallacy. checkmate.

[fahrenheit45done]

I miss having an academic rival

[ginazmemeoir]

it’s the 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century.

you can only reblog this today.

[zayngf]

i love being in bed like yea everything is terrible but at least i’m in bed

[alicentflowers]

Jenny Slate in Stage Fright (2019) // Ugly, Bitter, and True by Suzanne Rivecca // Hayao Miyazaki in 10 Years with Hayao Miyazaki (2019) // Mirrorball by Taylor Swift // John Mulaney on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert (2020)

[loverdlx]

“Yeah, I had this idea that the first verse would be about someone who is in sort of a life crisis…and kind of has driven to this overlook, this cliff, and is just in the car going, ‘I could, like…I could do whatever I want in this moment, and it could affect everything forever.’ But this person backs up and drives home.“

[buffylives]

can’t stop thinking about this

[hadleyfrasergender]

not to be cliche or anything but people who read at a highschool reading level in third grade's favourite character from les mis is combeferre