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She had the rapt look of one brushing through crowds on a summer’s afternoon, when the trees are rustling, the wheels churning yellow, and the tumult of the present seems like an elegy for past happiness and past summers, and there rose in her mind a curious sadness, as if time and eternity showed through skirts and waistcoasts, and she saw people passing tragically to destruction.
Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
”Before I even met Audrey, I had a crush on her, and after I met her, just a day later, I felt as if we were old friends… Most men who worked with her felt both fatherly or brotherly about her, while harboring romantic feelings about her… She was the love of my life.” William Holden
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Jeanette Winterson | Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (x)
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