"I’m fond of you as I’ve never been of anyone or thing in the world."
- Leonard Woolf, from a letter to Virginia Woolf (via violentwavesofemotion)
"Month by month things are losing their hardness; even my body now lets light through; my spine is soft like wax near the flame of the candle. I dream; I dream."
- Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via gore-pop)
(Source: expresswithsilence, via 3wy9a)
"I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live."
- Sylvia Plath (via observando)