My business is words. Words are like labels,
or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
or coins, or better, like swarming bees.
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who’s sorry for a gnat or girl?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(Source: gold-locket, via knockturn)
Long ago I realized that no other person would be to me what you are.
written by Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
written by Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
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