“She was everywhere, her eyes, her vivacity, her body close to mine as the lights went down.”— Bo Carpelan, tr. by David McDuff, from “Urwind,” published c. 1993
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Her heart was made of liquid sunsets.
written by Virginia Woolf (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
written by Virginia Woolf (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
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I feel entirely dehumanised by the sun now and wish for fog, snow, rain, humanity.
written by Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Edward Sackville-West c. September 1926 (via woolfdaily)
written by Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Edward Sackville-West c. September 1926 (via woolfdaily)
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