A leaf in the November snow

“I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald, More Than Just A House

[apocryphics]

from Virginia Woolf's diaries, February 27th, 1926

[punlovsin]

Not that she objected to solitude. Quite the contrary. She had books, thank heaven, quantities of books. All sorts of books.

jean rhys

[thefoxhuntingman]

Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf, 8 January 1926

[dearparentheses]

Guim Tió Zarraluki

[wintermelancholia]

The Nutcracker

The National Ballet of Canada

[shisasan]

February 18, 1934 Virginia Woolf, “A Writer’s Diary” (1918 - 1941)

[theangelsnumbers]

Life is a series of arrivals and departures. Most of the time, we are somewhere in between, waiting for the train.

Louise Erdrich

[s-t-a-y-i-n-g]

[shisasan]

21 January, 1926 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)

[piecesofapuzzle]

i care i always care that's my problem.

[threespringspoet]

Pried open my rib cage…,words by: @sanitysipper

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.

k.b. // unknown

[mournfulroses]

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1913, featured in Letters To Felice

[wanderingsins]

[the-hearth-and-the-wild]

Always remember, child...that to think bad thoughts is really the easiest thing in the world. If you leave your mind to itself it will spiral you down into ever increasing unhappiness. To think good thoughts, however, requires effort. This is one of the things that discipline - training - is about.

James Clavell, Shogun

[always-been-y0u]

Our souls understood each other, our lives just couldn’t.

[bloombound]