[wildflowers-for-june]

[delicatecombat]

Virginia Woolf’s bedroom at Monk House

The chair worn by her sitting and behind it, decoupaged editions of Shakespeare

[lamignonette]

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “If I Had a Hundred Lives to Live”, Instructions for Traveling West

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West

[malnedott]

in a church i visited for a wedding

[achillesinhighheels]

[thewomanwithmissingfingers]

This is England, Eleanor thought to herself; she felt as if she were slowly sinking into some fine mesh made of branches shaking, hills growing dark, and leaves hanging like black lace with stars among them.

The Years, Virginia Woolf, 1937

[yaasuverse]

Cocoon me in the soft smell of autumn rain and never let me wake up again

[sprouttheambassador]

running errands like kurt vonnegut

[sprouttheambassador]

⬆️ like so

[vibrantestvixen]

The journey, not the end.

[eflatminorseven]

thinking about edvard munch's "The Sun" (1911)

like yeah thats how it feels. thats what it feels like to exist sometimes. he gets it

[teddy2145]

Also very big! Takes up two stories!

[sacred-portal]

[horreurscopes]

awake at 4 am i gotta remind myself that none of the emotioions im experiencing rightnow are peer reviewed

[throwbackblr]

[luthienne]

Jack Gilbert, from Collected Poems; "Waking at Night"

[kosmogrl]