#v woolf

She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream.

I am growing up. I am losing some illusions, perhaps to acquire others.

For she had lived in many places, felt many passions, and done many things.

What would Virginia Woolf’s tumblr look like?

We all think the same things; only we do not say them.

It was a hot summer's night, and though it was late, the whole world seemed to be alive.

If by good luck there had been an ash-tray handy, if one had not knocked the ash out of the window in default, if things had been a little different from what they were...

At length the moon rose and its polished coin, though obscured now and then by wisps of cloud, shone out with serenity, with severity, or perhaps with complete indifference. Slowly wheeling, like the rays of a searchlight, the days, the weeks, the years passed one after another across the sky.