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what’s your biggest queerbait that still gets you mad today
It was bad for us, a highway robbery
Your annual reminder to not donate to Salvation Army!
Audrey Helen Weber, Parade (2017)
Are you dying? I hope so.
I chose this single star From out the wide night’s numbers
Emily: I want to write. My mind is bursting with ideas.
Edward: No, the doctor said you shouldn’t be writing. It’s bad for your eyes, Emily.
DICKINSON (2019- ) | S02E01: Before I got my eye put out.
Your poems are works of genius. And you owe it to the world to let them be seen. I don’t need the world to see them. I only need you.
Remind me, what did your parents say when you told them you were gay?
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There’s no without. I’m not gone.
Virginia Woolf sent Vita Sackville-West a dummy copy of the first edition of To The Lighthouse, on publication day, 5 May 1927. It was inscribed ‘In my opinion the best novel I have ever written.’ All the pages were blank. A few nights later she kept herself awake worrying that Vita might not have seen the joke, and sent an anxious note to ‘Dearest donkey West’: ‘Did you understand that when I wrote it was my best book I merely meant because all the pages were empty?’ Immediately Vita replied: ‘But of course I realised it was a joke; what do you take me for? A real donkey?’ She followed this with an effusive letter of praise for the ‘real’ To The Lighthouse: ‘Darling, it makes me afraid of you. Afraid of your penetration and loveliness and genius.’
- Virginia Woolf by Hermione Lee
Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, February 1927.
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own, September 1929.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West feat. in “Selected Letters,”
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This is from “Old Gays Try Grindr” and i’m dying