A tumblr for bibliophiles and anglophiles alike! British literature is some of the best ever, so rejoice in James Joyce and all of the wonderful work to have come out of the U.K. and Ireland.
She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.
Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 19 February 1925 (via violentwavesofemotion)
April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland (via batteredshoes)