“I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It’s me. It’s me and my head. In winter, I collapse.”— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. January 1909
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me @ the demons that stand at the end of my bed:
it’s a lot warmer under the covers if you wanna come cuddle
(Source: cryptidtiddies, via pinegreentea)






