“Find me a house where no one can ever come. I like talking to you, but to no one else in the whole world.”— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Lytton Strachey wr. c. September 1925 (via le-dilemme)
being a person is so weird. i just want to be a concept. no one should be able to see me in real life. like i get so wierded out that im a physical being. i didnt sign up for this.



