#between the acts

[thewomanwithmissingfingers]

Isabella felt prisoned. Through the bars of the prison, through the sleep haze that deflected them, blunt arrows bruised her; of love, then of hate. Through other people's bodies she felt neither love nor hate distinctly.

Between the Acts, Virginia Woolf, 1941

[sulasnsleep]

“Books are the mirrors of the soul.”

— Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts

[fyale]

Between the Acts by Virginia Woolf

[petaltexturedskies]

Empty, empty, empty; silent, silent, silent. The room was a shell, singing of what was before time was; a vase stood in the heart of the house, alabaster, smooth, cold, holding the still, distilled essence of emptiness, silence.

Virginia Woolf, from Between the Acts

[rn-deliabusby]

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[donnainnominata]

Let swains and nymphs lead on the play, while Zephyr sleeps, and the unruly tribes of Heaven confess my sway.

By Virginia Woolf, from Between the acts

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf, from Between the Acts

[bookymcbookface]

Between the Acts, by Virginia Woolf