same old, same old

clavicola:

I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your un-dumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldn’t even feel it. And yet I believe you’ll be sensible of a little gap. But you’d clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it would lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this —But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it. - Vita Sackville West to Virginia Woolf

Look here Vita — throw over your man, and we’ll go to Hampton Court and dine on the river together and walk in the garden in the moonlight and come home late and have a bottle of wine and get tipsy, and I’ll tell you all the things I have in my head, millions, myriads — They won’t stir by day, only by dark on the river. Think of that. Throw over your man, I say, and come.--Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville West

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racethewind10:

Every time I see these two, I just imagine them a year later, living in some small, cute little neighborhood just outside of Paris. They own a bakery. Katherine does most of the baking and Robin runs the counter. The live in a tiny two story townhouse on a street shaded with old Oak trees. Robin grows window gardens of herbs that smell good and a couple of flowers and their neighbors have roses in their tiny backyard that they can smell all summer long. Every morning, before they go to work, Robin likes to stand at their bedroom window and look outside, rain or shine. Because, you see, their tiny little neighborhood is on just enough of a hill that  you can see all of Paris in her sprawling, glittering glory outside and it never gets old. Katherine on the other hand, just likes to watch Robin, and her favorite thing to do in the morning is walk up behind her lover, wrap her arms around Robin’s waist and rest her cheek against the blonde’s shoulder. Robin always puts her hands over Katherine’s and they just stand that way for a few moments. Its their own little ritual that reminds them how far they’ve come, and what an incredible gift they’ve been given. 

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