I often thought that if I had had to live in the trunk of a dead tree, with nothing to do but look up at the sky flowing overhead, little by little I would have gotten used to it.
Albert Camus, from The Stranger (via violentwavesofemotion)
I am all the time thinking about poetry and fiction and you.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West (via violentwavesofemotion)

coalgirls:

it dont even feel like september it dont even feel like any month we just floatin thru time

aliens if ur out there beam me up

(Source: baebly)

Why do I attach so much importance to what you think? I suppose I like you. I still like you. I like the complete arrogance and unreality of your mind—
 Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West (via violentwavesofemotion)

xkabergeron:

I’m so fucking annoyed