(for she was in love with them all, in love with this world)
Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse
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(for she was in love with them all, in love with this world)
Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse
Another reason why trains would be good is that most people are not good at driving
i am once again thinking about virginia woolf and vita sackville-west xoxo
what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak
oedipus rex, sophocles
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need something lesbian to happen to me this august
my mom told me (her words dripping with love) that if walls could talk our home would echo with the cries of our youth
yellowjackets, season 1
if i remain a girl kisser without a girl to kiss i fear i may combust
this august do whatever you want and stay up late
emily harman, “tender, the bruise”
Sylvia Plath in a letter to her mother Aurelia, dated 2 August 1952, from Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963
sibling relationships are so strange... like i love you. you will never understand me in a way that matters. we are the same person in drastically different ways. we are sewn together. we don't talk. we are attached at the hip. you wish i was never born. can i call you. let's eat together. i forgive you. etc
i don't have enough photos of you on my phone to make one your contact picture. we got the same tattoo completely by coincidence. why do you always get to be mario. i love the meals you cook. we live in different universes. you can stay at my house if you need. we have never been friends. you are more important to me than anyone on this earth
Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed
emily dickinson in a letter to sue gilbert