"Why, she reflected, should there be this perpetual disparity between the thought and the action, between the life of solitude and the life of society, this astonishing precipice on one side of which the soul was active and in broad daylight, on the other side of which it was contemplative and dark as night?"
Virginia Woolf, Night And Day (via lavandula)
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via lavandula)
everything’s so fucking weird these days, like nothing makes sense logically and it’s shitting me up weeeee:)):))))):)
seriously though, i don’t believe 90% of anything people tell me because i think they’re full of shit
nope, no, no fuckinnnnng no.
what am i doing
i really don’t know
i hate admitting how pathetic i really am