About: Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
--rainer maria wilke
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“I wish you could live in my brain for a week. It is washed with the most violent waves of emotion… And you think it all fixed and settled. Do we then know nobody?—only our own version of them, which, as likely as not, are emanations from ourselves.”
—Letter from Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville West, 1926. (via gnossienne)(Source: hurryuppleaseitstime, via ledaintyboudoir)