we were just pretending

"I guess I like that idea that you could pretend yourself into new feelings and new relationships. Obviously I'm a big pretender. but the kind of leap where it's almost like some kind of science fiction thing happens. Like we were just pretending, and then what's this? We actually have new powers now, and we see each other differently, and in fact all of life has suddenly tilted. I'm going for that everyday, personally."
~ Miranda July
Posts tagged "virginia woolf"
slaughterhouse90210:

“Communication is truth; communication is happiness. To share is our duty; to go down boldly and bring to light those hidden thoughts which are the most diseased; to conceal nothing; to pretend nothing; if we are ignorant to say so; if we love our friends to let them know it.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Common Reader: First Series

slaughterhouse90210:

“Communication is truth; communication is happiness. To share is our duty; to go down boldly and bring to light those hidden thoughts which are the most diseased; to conceal nothing; to pretend nothing; if we are ignorant to say so; if we love our friends to let them know it.”

― Virginia Woolf, The Common Reader: First Series

Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us. To gallop intemperably; fall on the sand tired out; to feel the earth spin; to have—positively—a rush of friendship for stones and grasses, as if humanity were over, and as for men and women, let them go hang—there is no getting over the fact that this desire seizes us pretty often.
Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room
I wished to add some remarks to this, on the mystical side of this solitude; how it is not oneself but something in the universe that one’s left with. It is this that is frightening and exciting in the midst of my profound gloom, depression, boredom, whatever it is: One sees a fin passing far out. What image can I reach to convery what I mean?
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 28 September 1926
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends.
Virginia Woolf

vintageanchor:

“Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.”
―Virginia Woolf

Happy 130th birthday to Virginia Woolf, born Adeline Virginia Stephen in London on January 25, 1882.

Happy birthday, Virginia. I’m going to start rereading The Waves again soon, because it is the best book ever.

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