Virginia Woolf, Diaries (via poetrycurator2018)
I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.
Have you ever sat in complete darkness with someone?
Somehow the words feel heavier and the phrases deeper, and all of a sudden the room is no longer just in darkness but quietly lit with the light of their soul. You can see it bare. Without its shell. Defenseless.
There’s too much truth the light hides.
I don’t know what it is about wine but I just had a bottle and I feel two inches taller
I am too lazy to pretend like I don’t care. It’s exhausting to portray any characteristic that doesn’t reflect who you truly are, and a waste of life.
Awakened Vibrations (via awakenedvibrations)