She’ll die.
She’s going to die.
That’s what’s going to happen.
She’ll kill herself.
She’ll kill herself over something which doesn’t seem to matter.
Virginia Woolf, The Hours. (via silvicultrix)
(Source: shmegeh)
No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.
(Source: edgarallans)
