I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

Emily Brontë (via bavarde)

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eveningfades:

e-xcess:

existentiallythin:

thinspeaux:

contusioni:

Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonard before drowning herself.
On 28 March 1941, Virginia Woolf put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones, and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body was not found until 18 April 1941.  Her husband buried her cremated remains under an elm in the garden of Monk’s House.

I nearly cried reading this… So sad. I wish I couldn’t relate.

This is beautiful.

I always reblog this every single time it comes on my dash.

Virginia’s work is so beautiful.

eveningfades:

e-xcess:

existentiallythin:

thinspeaux:

contusioni:

Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonard before drowning herself.

On 28 March 1941, Virginia Woolf put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones, and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body was not found until 18 April 1941.  Her husband buried her cremated remains under an elm in the garden of Monk’s House.

I nearly cried reading this… So sad. I wish I couldn’t relate.

This is beautiful.

I always reblog this every single time it comes on my dash.

Virginia’s work is so beautiful.

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(Source: overdosage, via ledelirant)

provencetoujours:

Le Mont Ventoux au milieu de Fleurs

provencetoujours:

Le Mont Ventoux au milieu de Fleurs

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(Source: armody, via specularreflection)

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reservoirhotdogs:

it’s gavin harrison’s birthday tomorrow and i just spent three hours on this and tumblr won’t let me upload it as an image jesus fucking christ what is my actual problem

snowce:

Andrew Wyeth

snowce:

Andrew Wyeth

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