"And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves."
— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse (via observando)
"What a fine weather today! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself."
— Anton Chekhov (via linparis)
"Those poor bastards!! They can’t touch you like I can!"
— (via twohousesoftheholy)