Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
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Every man fell in love with her, and she was really awfully bored.
— Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
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“A thousand Dreams within me softly burn”
― Arthur Rimbaud
Painting: Sketch for "Summer Dreams" Henry Scott Tuke & "The Slave Ship" by J.M.W. Turner
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"I will come," said Peter, but he sat on for a moment. What is this terror? what is this ecstasy? he thought to himself. What is it that fills me with extraordinary excitement?
Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
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I love fanfictions a little too much, I think. Like my parents think i am reading flipping mrs dalloway ( which I still want too) or Sylvia plath. When, in fact, im reading a fiction about mirandy having a child together.
Edit: the fanfic was called ' an unexpected request'
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richard siken snow and dirty rain \\ virginia woolf mrs dalloway (via @petaltexturedskies)
buy me a coffee
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"There was an emptiness about the heart of life;"
~ Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
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Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
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i really wish i was smart enough to read and properly understand virginia woolf because her prose is genuinely so beautiful and her metaphors are so cool I wanna memorize them
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"She lives in dreams, alone" - Virginia Woolf
Photo of Virginia Woolf at 18
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thinking about Clarissa Dalloway and that C. S. Lewis quote that goes, "To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." and i am about to lose my mind
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Forgetfulness in people might wound, their ingratitude corrode, but this voice, pouring endlessly, year in year out, would take whatever it might be; this vow; this van; this life; this procession, would wrap them all about and carry them on, as in the rough stream of a glacier the ice holds a splinter of bone, a blue petal, some oak trees, and rolls them on.
Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
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thinking about her (the used copy of mrs dalloway i picked up at the second hand bookshop that has no annotations in it whatsoever save for the highlighted lesbian kiss passage)
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“Then came the most exquisite moment of her whole life passing a stone urn with flowers in it. Sally stopped; picked a flower; kissed her on the lips. The whole world might have turned upside down! The others disappeared; there she was alone with Sally. And she felt that she had been given a present, wrapped up, and told just to keep it, not to look at it — a diamond, something infinitely precious, wrapped up, which, as they walked (up and down, up and down), she uncovered, or the radiance burnt through, the revelation, the religious feeling!”
- Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
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