i need to get a real job so i can stop crying over expensive lingerie and start crying in expensive lingerie
“I like drinking champagne and getting wildly excited. I like sitting on my terrace and smoking a cigar or two.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Hugh Walpole written c. July 1930
“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
— Virginia Woolf.
Trompe-l’oeil | La Fricherie
mentally I am always lying in a field of flowers
“If you wish to, look in my eyes; There’s no hint of pain in my heart; But I dislike the hour before sunset; Wind from the sea; the word ‘depart’.”
— Anna Akhmatova, excerpt of At Tsarskoye Selo
Vita Sackville-West, The Land (via proselesbian)
Man pushing a cow in a bus, Paris, 1950
Three Weeks in June, England
Frédéric Chopin, from a letter to Titus Woyciechowski, Sept. 18th, 1830. (via xshayarsha)
Boris Pasternak, from ‘February’, Second Nature: 46 Poems by Boris Pasternak (trans. Andrei Navrozov)
Aleister Crowley (via cashmerebambi)
“My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it’s bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road: The Original Scroll
Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Carlyle’s House and Other Sketches,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 3 May 1931 (via proselesbian)
“My head is a hive of words that won’t settle.”
Marina Tsvetaïeva, Vivre dans le feu (trad. Nadine Dubourvieux)
“I know who I am: a dancer of the soul.”
(via frenchpoetry)
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