Something happens in my mind. It refuses to go on registering impressions. It shuts itself up. It becomes chrysalis. To do nothing is often my most profitable way. Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. February 1930 (via violentwavesofemotion)

My darling, you can’t see it, can you? How like the moon you are. Both of you so timid in yourselves; hiding pieces from the world. Then, there are those rare moments when you both are full, and it becomes hard to look away. You are beautiful. Alexandria Drzewiecki  (via wordsnquotes)