unconsummated
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Nicole. Baby baby you was just sweet 16.I bought a ticket to the capital of the moon and found white cheese and too many open pores, but I had to leave, I just had to leave. I lived on indigestible rocks and unheard songs for a long time, until I could go back to blue and green and brown, the spectrum unlimited.
NCIS/Tiva blog: totallyunrealistic.tumblr.com
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STRETCH (03/30/12)
I painted my nails the color of mica, the shade of gravestones. Eyes turn to sea foam, flesh to wax.
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mermaidsbones
mermaidsbones
"I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?"
Voltaire (via mirroir)
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fuckyeahvirginiawoolf
fuckyeahvirginiawoolf
According to Hugh Walpole’s note inside the page proofs of the novel, Woolf and Walpole discussed “Reality” over tea at Tavistock Square on 26 February 1932. Woolf later inscribed The Waves for him. In her letter accompanying the proofs, she writes: “Here is the Waves, lacking, I am sorry to say, among other things, a fly leaf. But you won’t mind that, I know, since you have put up with many worse deficiencies on the part of your friend Virginia Woolf.” In his note, Walpole says that these proofs “were the very earliest of this book.”
