19/5/2013 @ 14:22
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse (via arosary)
(via dyingfairy)
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So she said nothing, but looked doggedly and sadly at the shore, wrapped in its mantle of peace; as if the people there had fallen asleep, she thought; were free like smoke, were free to come and go like ghosts. They have no suffering there, she thought.
8/5/2013 @ 15:38
Mayo.
Yoshitomo Nara
I don’t wanna be your friend
I just wanna be your lover
(Source: rebelspontaneously, via bloomplague)
