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Virginia Woolf’s suicide note, written to her husband Leonard.

On 28 March 1941 Virginia Woolf put on her coat, filled the pockets with rocks and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body wasn’t found until 18 April 1941. Her husband buried her cremated remains in their garden. Virginia Woolf’s suicide note has always been one of my favorite pieces of writing ever.

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Books are not made to be believed, but to be subjected to inquiry. When we consider a book, we mustn’t ask ourselves what it says but what it means.

Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose (via doubledaybooks)

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theoneyouloveisleaving:

Evan Chapman - “Holocene” by Bon Iver (Percussion Cover)

I will fucking learn how to play this one day even though I hate the vibe.

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Worry is a misuse of the imagination.

Dan Zadra  (via variousandsundrythings)

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effnoedellene:

More 2nd grade diary entries.. xD

“Just because I hang out with my friends doesn’t mean I’ll forget you!”

Damn this kid is good.

dailyotter:

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