I am an intelligent, eloquent, well-mannered young woman who just so happens to say “fuck” a lot.
James Boswell. (via thoughtcollections)
“Yet Byron never made tea as you do, who fill the pot so that when you put the lid on the tea spills over. There is a brown pool on the table—it is running among your books and papers. Now you mop it up, clumsily, with your pocket-hankerchief. You then stuff your hankerchief back into your pocket—that is not Byron; that is so essentially you that if I think of you in twenty years’ time, when we are both famous, gouty and intolerable, it will be by that scene: and if you are dead, I shall weep.”
The Waves, Virginia Woolf
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