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English literature academia aesthetic appreciation post.

The Kuskovo Memorial Estate.

“and then what?” / “and then we escape to Paris”

happy birthday, my Parisian girl, @asteriea <3

Reading by the window while it rains

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Maybe when we die, the first thing we'll say is, "I know this feeling. I was here before"

— Don DeLillo, White Noise

Virginia Woolf's suicide letter to her husband Leonard :

Dearest,

I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.

I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.

All I want is to be dainty…