Came across Virgina Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonard Woolf while exploring the library.
I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier ’til this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer. I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.
THE LAST PIC!!!!!!!!!!
never thought i would actually like something from Shakepeare…but this line is genius
Second time reblogging this… Today.
But… the original line is so much prettier. “He jests at scars that never felt a wound.” It sounds like a heart beating when you read it out loud. It’s beautiful…
Just an hour ago my Bengal was rough housing our new kitten, showing him who’s boss. He’s not as tough as he acts