I sincerely hope I’ll never fathom you. You’re mystical, serene, intriguing; you enclose such charm within you. The lustre of your presence bewitches me. I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd. It is not mere words on paper, Mrs. Nicholson, it is both my mind and heart addressing you.
- Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West dated 27 May 1927 (via remidelino)
Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weirdWhere are you now when I need you?