From the fire
All these lives are just strangers passing by
And one day we’ll meet again,
I’ll be wind
You’ll be rain
Chasing round like lovers of old time ..
"I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far everytime the door opens. I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room."
- Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via idalias)
(Source: fuckyeahvirginiawoolf, via idalias)
"And then we never spoke again."
- my 6 word story (via phoe-bs)
(Source: un8common, via tay-lahmoore)