Virginia Woolf, From A Letter To Vanessa Bell Written C. August 1908

i saw some children playing outside yesterday and ended up crying because ........ i once used to be that age

i dont understand

[after saying something completely normal] be honest do you think i should ever speak again

why do i crave a relationship so badly

thank you tumblr for existing i can post my feelings and get them out without any consequence or judgement from people i love

me killing myself because i dont know what to do with all my love now that i cant give it to her

i feel so hopeless how am i ever going to date anyone i dont even know if its a possibility for me

it felt nice to cling to something that made me feel, whether or not it was always a good feeling, it felt good to feel

i think more ppl should draw Aubrey with body hair. pwease.

i love my best friend so much