“There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated.
Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people.
She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her.
There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken.
We know nothing, even about ourselves.”
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Virginia Woolf
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The Book Of My Arts
Random🌻🌿🥀 Hello :) Alongside with my ig account @ollyr96 where I used to post my arts, I've decided to share them here in the hope you guys will like! 🌷🌺 This book is dedicated to my artworks including my fanarts drawings, inspirational quotes... Dr...
