palmtreeexpress:

“Crisp scent of white narcissus: January, and full snow. (…) dreaming of sunlight,”

— Margaret Atwood, from January in “The Door”

snarthurt:

ill be sappy whenever i want. i dont give a shit. i love you. fuck off

theclassicsreader:

“But look – he flicks his hand to the back of his neck. For such gestures one falls hopelessly in love for a lifetime.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via theclassicsreader)

lesbianlucysnowe:

the term ‘slowburn’ ONLY accurately applies to victorian novels, period dramas, and mulder and scully from the x files