June 2012
Quiet things that can be magical
the lapel of a coat
bird houses
tiny coffee cups
the dying butterfly
the broken violin
a map in a library
watching someone mouth the words in a book
the sky reflected in a puddle
leaves falling silently
Sunday afternoon
the way a song can make one shiver
cloud days when the sun stretch across the expanse of the sky, making the sky glow so white that it burns the eyes
the moon in the...
In the failing light they all looked sharp-edged and ethereal and divided by...
– Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
I should not be allowed in a bookstore with a wallet.
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I finally created a Virginia Woolf forum. →
Friend: What's your type?
Me: Famous or fictional.
I’m pretty well cloistered, and I suppose, books mean more than people to me...
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace (via faeriepetals)
Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
– Sylvia Plath, from “Fever 103°” (via atp-)
Don't Slow Me Down If I'm Going Too Fast:... →
blondesturntogrey:
The pauses between the lines in iambic should be awkward and nonsensical.
Shakespeare: I advanced the usage of iambic pentameter. You are jealous of me. Moliere: I came before your time And guess what bitch? I rhyme. Shakespeare: I wrote plays for everyone to understand. Everyone knows…
Les gens de qualité savent tout sans avoir jamais rien appris
– Moliere, Les Precieuses Ridicules (via leprofdefrancais)
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No one asks me to do anything. Vainly, I have the feeling that this is of my...
– Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 23 June 1927 (via proustitute)