March 2012
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The thing I came for:
the wreck and not the story of the wreck
the thing...
– One more from Adrienne Rich, who died yesterday. This is from Diving into the Wreckage, the most marvelous poem ever to be written about scuba diving. (via washingtonpoststyle)
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But…I had said ‘but’ too often. One cannot go on saying ‘but’. One...
– Virginia Woolf,A Room Of One’s Own. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
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joshwelch:
thechildrensplace:
still one of the best
I DIE EVERY TIME I SEE THIS!!! (and I have watched it many times)
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She was gazing vaguely and was murmuring to herself, “we perished,each alone”....
– Virginia Woolf,To The Lighthouse. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
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