She’d go on as if nothing had happened. That was the devilish part of her — this coldness, this woodenness, something very profound in her; an impenetrability.
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Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf) (via squeasel) |
Every day is so full of tornadoes; I can’t see straight anymore.
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Jonathan Carroll, Voice of Our Shadow (via holdonmagnolia) (via squeasel) |
