Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonard before drowning herself.
On 28 March 1941, Virginia Woolf put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones, and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body was not found until 18 April 1941. Her husband buried her cremated remains under an elm in the garden of Monk’s House.
I nearly cried reading this… So sad. I wish I couldn’t relate.
This is beautiful.
I always reblog this every single time it comes on my dash.
Virginia’s work is so beautiful.
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Shot in my jaw. Awesome.
that means i was shot/stabbed in the ass. lovely.
…my ass?
…The inside of my thigh?
Holy shit, I have one on my knee. I TOOK AN ARROW TO THE KNEE YOU GUYS.
…
The end of my nose and between my brows?
I got shot in the arm and I DIED FROM IT?! God I was such a wimp in my previous life. Although it looks more like a giant spider bite. If it was poisonous then I can live with that death. Thats fine.
omfg.
guys. guys. it’s on my ankle, guys.
GUYS I’M MOTHERFUCKING ACHILLES HOLY SHIT
more wine
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