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I want them all

Gustav Klimt, Death and Life, 1910



everything you’ve ever wanted
All through the dark the wind looks for the grief it belongs to.
written by W.S. Merwin, Night Wind (via rabbitinthemoon)

Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter to her husband Leonard (March 28, 1941)
I feel certain 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 till 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.

do you ever just

stare into space and be like

oh my god i have no idea what my actual personality is

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