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When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.
Virginia Woolf (via observando)
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(1) President Abraham Lincoln, who had depression (2) Writer Virginia Woolf, who had bipolar disorder (3) Artist Vincent Van Gogh, who had bipolar disorder (4) Writer Sylvia Plath, who had depression (5) Mathematician John Nash (from A Brilliant Mind), who had schizophrenia
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people don’t care about the millions of people with mental illnesses that deal with their condition to the best of their abilities and just live, they just want a story where they can correlate mental illness with violence in order to scare people from talking about mental illness.
bloodvein
we’re getting there LITTLE by little, people need to know more about this not just as some taboo topic or something to exploit or make jokes about
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My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.
Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters (via morningfaerie)
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She naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel herself for ever and ever and ever alone.
Virginia Woolf (via cosmofilius)
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I am dim and unknown; a phantom, sometimes seen, often not. Life is a dream, surely.
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via linguistry)
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There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, ‘Consume me.’
Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via larmoyante)
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What matters is precisely this; the unspoken at the edge of the spoken.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 21 July 1912
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Do you exist? Have I made you up?
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 20 March 1928 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness — I am nothing.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via bookmania)
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I am losing my illusions, perhaps to acquire new ones.
Virginia Woolf (via feedbackpositivo)
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I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 5 November 1931. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
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I went on as if nothing terrible had happened; but it was very forced and queer and humiliating. So I talked and laughed too much. And I came away deeply chagrined, as unhappy as I’ve been these years; revolved it in sleep dreams all night and today has been ruined.
Virginia Woolf, Diary Entry, 20 May 1926. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)