“let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is dispatched - love for instance - we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next.”—virginia woolf, the waves (via nostalgiedelaboue)
“i imagine the gods saying, we will make it up to you.
think, they say patiently, we could make you famous again. let me fall in love one last time, i beg them. teach me mortality, frighten me into the present. help me to find the heft of these days. that the nights will be full enough and my heart feral.”—excerpt from jack gilbert’s “i imagine the gods” (via nostalgiedelaboue)